pine pitch and needles

a gypsy beyond the veil of a cave
beckons me
sit silent
wade breast deep into the moon’s reflection
Iay jewels upon this mat of woven grass
heart shaped diamonds with the sparkle of a lightning flash
you know
you already have all of the answers
now
what is it that you want from me
deafened by the crash of cymbals from a darkened watchtower
I shudder as fire rains down the mountain’s stone face
drenched to the bone
without shelter
words comfort me like a storm
this looks like the place
beneath a pinhole sky
a nest of pine pitch and needles

a poem by free

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