Beautiful words from a beautiful person and full of ♥️ a 🔥
Comes the whir of days when I reach back to my sea of memories
where like globes of fire we spun, glistening trails yielding to the pull of hearts.
Now the nights are empty vessels, hollow vacancies unfilled,
still the morning dew falls from the sky and not my eyes.
The current of the sea pulls outward, the alps have lost their foothold,
the constellation of your eyes will be remembered.
Art by Lidia Wylangowska