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.”

( excerpt)

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