Blue Bindings Aloft
I no longer trust the vows of marriage
For years, Vikings have built mystical Runes.
We once soared forth in golden carriages.
Now every dawn returns our dreamy tunes.
A faery, I remain in vibrant flight.
A mystic born with Stardust and Cosmos.
My flight dreams transcend the mind's starry night
To realms where big truths and visions arise.
Handfasted once beneath the ancient Oak
Amid unwinding breaths of whispered wind,
Now freed to ride the cosmic tides evoked,
Ascending where the Celestials began.
No human heart knows where I am flying
With defiant fantasies unflinching.
Copyright © Xoe Celticwell | Year Posted 2025
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