Frozen In Time-Space

Written by: Sheri Fresonke Harper

You listened wrapped to the moon gauze falling from my lips
the day the wars began, assassins slipping from the shadows
to stab, along the SpinnerSails woven between the Lands of Holding
in the forgotten times where our hearts are amber-bound.
It is my fault. I wove the skein. You didn’t mean to be caught unaware.