Lake of Blue

JANUARY 2024 Hello, person. My person, who bathes and drifts in the steaming lake of blue And chirps a melody of solitude While strumming the oak guitar for the blaze. Hello to you-- If you want to hear my thoughts. My person, whose eyes bleed of the weeping willow's dye, Who holds the warmth of the stars in their skin, Who holds the wisps of frail roots in their hair, Lashes swooping down like evergreen branches. Hello, person Who goes with the tide And lets the moon take them whichever which way When the blaze does rest and can't guide you any longer. Hello, person Who gets washed ashore. Who loses themself. Hello, to you-- If you'd like to stay a while.