The door was nothing special, the wood plastered with ash

Save me my wings, little daughter.

When ochre mists descend, my grandparents ascend

Yet the branches still strain for sunlight

he dreamt of green sunlight

Names do not rise from nothing.

they came in droves

Clicking teeth keep time in the skeleton cafe.

But it tempts me / with whispered promises of adventure

Broken teacups in her wake

dragons dream with our eyes open

Galaxies watch as I float and blink and float unblinking.

There is no need to wait in the weeping wind.

now, the moon washes her skin in stars

It was after his death the stories started getting told.

how our village is not small / but vast, how we are made of light

When you go down to the sea you’ll understand

what it is to burn and drown

Sun is an evanescent being, hiding / behind distance, making themself small

Wither followed illness, and Winter stole her

But now it is peaceful here, roaming and listening.