Kissing the Blood of Battles
The phantoms collide
with your seeds of sobriety...
Their cackle intensifies
(barometer of your successes).
The golden brook is within your reach
at your denim fingertips.
So, reach dear one reach.
Like a star searching for its sweet burning heart.
Full of life and the living sweetness.
Fight on and fight hard
swing your roses at the sword
You're not alone, you never were.
That bird in the clearing sings your victory song.
Reach for it through the briar
I'll meet you in the center.
In the bowel of the storm
and kiss away the blood of your battles.
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