Sacred
I have no memory of you, but you warmed old embers
Where there was once death, you brought life anew
Of a purity beyond my ken, pristine and hopeful
With boughs of promise
And garlands of ache
Time taught distance, and neglect bred stone
Until you brought a boon of light in shadow's midst
When memory of need had passed
Like scattered crumbs of a dream
Buried loneliness spills from my ribs, breaching bounds bonded in ash
A temple I've warded, against the howls of belonging
To you, I open
Loved this Pancake.
There’s a beautiful sense of impermanence running through this — warmth flickering into life just long enough to be felt before shifting again.
The way embers become light, stone becomes opening, and loneliness becomes something momentarily shared gives the whole piece a quiet, sacred transience.
Beautiful 😍