Temper the stardust floating right by, measuring time by the swirl of a magical cane. Siphon the hope of dragons you’ve slain. Spin it to thread and pull.
always there
the long caracans of life are undue to many
as the day changes the clouds look confidant
the stars peep from behind the scars
of many victories wasted
time alone writes the tale that long
i wish to see you my heroine in it..
