desire

So many roads trod, there's more to cover.
I was given a candle and a stick for a weapon, but these I've long lost.
 It has been 23 moons passed
 23 summers
 23 winters
 23 autums
 23 springs
 Yet my soul yearns for a season no eye has beheld nor skin felt
 It is it I phantom in heart and mind
 I have touched its fruit
 I have felt its kiss on my lips and its perfume haunts me day in and out
 I stare at the seams and wait for its arrival, for like a deer I shall rejoice when I see it come
 Lo! It is near but like a schizophreniac, I see what no one sees and I hear what no one hears. So I cling to what is before me and listen to its distant calls and walk with my heart as a map, for I know those who are summoned must be led.
 – RedInk 🎭

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