Windborne

Bones of love that were ground Spinning between worlds Only seeing through memory Locked into seriousness by a perception Playful spirit awaiting realms to explore Whimsical freedom can be found and made A spirit a fae a beautiful shape How would a jester do in a courtroom A bee in an assembly line Doing as they wish Aligning or finding alignment Spindling chalice A crystal tree spanning A nymph peering, tapping, murmuring Scattered fruits Can change to peaches or apples Rest is not death, but stillness cripples playful joy Amen