When shadows collide.

I have walked past fog and into the grey vastness of winter
I beg on the heels of fallen giants
where vines creep on the effigies of the dead
as the winds whisk and whisper their secrets
I find nothing, I am a fallen star
lost
in the careening existence of broken attributes
The air is thick with the wishes of golden children
and the gates that guard the truth are tall and grand
as the sculpted wisdom of emerald oracles
triumph only comes to the tall reaches of bleeding hearts
and the living mother
belongs to the sacred luminescence of rooted space
Find me on the snake
riding into forever
a circle of evolving senses
and when eternity snaps back into it's frail body
I will be there.. Calling her name.