Mar. 1st, 2004

crave.

Mar. 1st, 2004 08:18 am
witchscauldron: (morg)
this morning we crave a reversible cloak, one side deep grey, one side black. that is all.

Dream.

Mar. 1st, 2004 10:20 am
witchscauldron: (goth)
Veils of misty rain. Pearl-grey days met indigo forest met peridot leaves and mossy fern-bracken.

Ravens marked silver-white like screech owls chased screech owls iridescent like ravens. In the distance a white wolf become a black wolf became a silver wolf. Eyes held something like wine in a chalice, but smoky and elusive.

Hounds bayed and a pale fawn leapt into the circle of birds to reveal the sun. The forest gilded copper and gold, and then morning came.

-M.
One day you’ll walk the world
and keep in mind
The heart you’ve been given
in winter time
And through the bitter cold,
with opened eyes
You’ll find the strength to fight
and stand upright

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