POETRY BONES

I knew her light before I knew I was light.
I know of the place from which I bloomed.
She spoke of her truth in whispers.
I grew with her subtle secrets resting within my veins.

I was born from her water, her mud, green leaves of her evergreen tree.
I was held by this truth before I understood it’s magic.
Cradled within her divinity’s breeze,
She spoke me into matter; placed poetry in my bones by the bank of her stream.

She kisses me with golden sparks.
She holds me as night holds her sublimity in stars.

I don’t know yet why I was made to remember but I do.

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For AD , Luciahoyle and inaripocket. ✨💕