vinesofsilver

Pull the rug from the wreckage Wash it in the stream and make the home you always wanted. Salt water from his eyes and cattail fuzz behind his ear I love you even now. The crown you waited for: just wooden and crudely carved is still yet not coming. We are not fit to be pages in stables as crass as these. I will follow you anywhere, but maybe even better still I will lead you out of anywhere when you can't find the door. The storm came in heavier than we knew before. The boughs splintered steel and it's not like this is the first time we've found ourselves shoeless and stunned. There are no tears of yours I won't kiss away. There is no dirt I won't sweep off your feet. I know you're not used to being cared for, but you still let me. I would never bet against your heart. Have I ever seen anything like it? Relentlessly tender. When I wrap the wounds, you don't fight me. You look at me with tears. Disbelief that you don't have to protect yourself anymore. I love you always, sweet

To my darling. Little One. We are going to chisel you free from the rock. The squelching lava. The cooled magma. We have a team of people. Experts. Passionate People. Coming for you. Every day I say a prayer for the girl I was. I send her a love letter. I soften my brow. I fill my heart with compassion. I fold a little birch boat and set it on the river of time and space back to the banks where I needed it most. I send her reasons for hope. I set her brow on what will come. I blow her kisses. I wipe away her tears. I whisper to her hope, though I'm not sure it can breech the crags of time: your shortcomings as they saw it are just the alarms raised when they measured your strength. Being hard to control is only a sin to the ones trying to control you. I'll send you love every day. Every day. Little One.

It will all be okay again. We'll slip below the ice. We'll leave our tables empty We'll trade bread for water and it will all be okay one day