The blue heron makes a sound like the world is ending.
Ripping like doomsday through the air.
a regal beak, a torrential sound.
I thought life might be over, if you’d heard it too, you’d know.
The blue heron makes a sound like the world is ending.
Ripping like doomsday through the air.
a regal beak, a torrential sound.
I thought life might be over, if you’d heard it too, you’d know.
Feels like you’ve been here before,
illusionary doors,
unsettled stagnant scores.
Above all else.
May love and hope, which is our natural state,
be what we return home to.
Sleepless, but with a silver lining.