esoteric sunrise

sometimes the fiendish forest burns   delicate   d r e a m s of this forsaken tree, curating chaos from creased clovers amidst wildwood armor of a grounded warrior~      the            m a i d e n of evergreen grace singing solace to the triggered thicket while blushed by     the flares of life. yet I still r u n from twirling tremors of t i m e for this soul       craves pristine palettes of p e a c e dipped in the oceanic ochre of silk and salt and this heart       speaks to the moon-hibiscus in diverse dialects         of empathy amidst waves of woes... O weary wayfarer cloaked in restless rays, waltz with me to the warmer side of the frost-clawed sun where dragonflies rest upon the tender tips of tiger-lilies letting go of fickle f l a m e s of summer  that  feels like raining splinters, sinking into the wintry roots soiled with serenity     stained with s e c r e t s~ a hushed herbary harvesting  thyme and rue    magic and light hypnotic heartbeats... as these lovelorn sighs whisper lucid lines~ casting away willows of wickedness to embrace the esoteric eyes     of the poetic sunrise…