Kissing the Blood of Battles

blue birch tree behind the forest walls staggering in the shadows absorbing every howl. The phantoms collide with your seeds of sobriety... their cackle intensifies (barometer of your successes). The golden brook is within your reach of your denim fingertips.. so reach dear one reach. like a star searches for its sweet burning heart full of life and the living sweetness fight on fight hard swing your roses at the sword your not alone 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.