Crystal eyes! Crystallize and hypnotize my wild heart! It blows with the wind, soft as the shhh of the swollen river as it rushes toward the sea after a storm. Clear as crystal we drank from the stream. You saw my reflection as the sun broke through the trees. The rustling of the leaves cheering us on, and we bathed in the pool so cold it took our very breath. And we both pondered if this is what it was like to taste death. Then we laugh as we splashed, because we knew that we succeeded in cheating the Reaper once again. And I kissed you underneath the wool blanket you wrapped around us. You built me a fire from the drift wood that surrounded us. You gave me some tea as we counted the embers, greeting the blood moon to come, and the swift coming September. I clung my guitar, covering my porcelain bosom. And I sang you the song of where the lake meets the ocean. And we counted the stars that shot 'cross the sky. 'Til a billionth star burst, and gave birth to the night. Then howling with the wolves and the wind, and the owl's wing, you placed me atop of your horse Black Diamond Beijing, and you brought me to your cabin with feather pillows, and tea cups on hooks. You drew me a bath, and gave me something like tree's jerky called 'books'. It was full of black from a raven's black feather, and it stained my pale fingers with stormy grays, and blue solemn weather. You listened to me like no one had ever heard me before. And showed me a kiss in the shape of a rose with no thorns, soft and wet. Like the first Spring rain you melted my winters, and thawed through my pain. You showed me the looking-glass, and told me I was something called 'beautiful'. And I stared at my reflection like that first time in the pool... The next morning we wake up to a blanket of snow. You went out hunting for stew meat to crow. And we filled our bellies with precious gristle on bone. And under a clear starry night, wrapped in your grandmother blue bow, you gave me the looking-glass, a gift of love so I may never not know that however far I may roam - where the buffalo bellows, and the wind howls and moans, - that I will find you again where the wild rose grows, where the water meets the sand, and the sun warms your toes.
Lzzy Hale, 12 Jan 2025, publ. 15 Mar 2025, Instagram (link)
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* Първата любов на Лизи
