Paths of the past that summon me without consent.
Your winter coat lies where we once lay on the bed of a decaying forest floor.
the silence is hard as pounding hooves or soft as the moon rising in your kingdom of stars.
Gurkski’s ” Il me faut t’abandonne”
“Come dusk is when my mind walks out
from where I fence myself in,
my dark room of nightly delights where
I encounter her, my queen of all things blue
and we fight right from the start
To make me love her even more.
I place the hands of my heart to gather
my hunting spirit, follow her footprints
into our forests of love and war.”