“Silver scales slipping
through the sliver
of time
-a wound whisperer-
journeys forward into
the unknown
with a compass
for nostalgia.
The needle holds
her heart
in the open crevasse-
etched and engrained
over the seasons.
She is inlaid with pearls
of wisdom- emboldened
by the joys of knowing
Love’s ferment-
marked
by the smooth notes
of spirit.
A heritage
of sacred time keeping
runs through her hourglass
figure- crystalline-
sifting
like hushed voices
in passing.
Dissolving and renewing
in the wake of her ark
cutting through
the waters- aligned
with her true north.
~Jewls
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