There is no more fine line.
I built a rock garden there.
Queen Mab sends
kind regards
bequeathed it all a holy place,
one of sanctity and magic.
I am here grounding
my aching feet
deep in the earth
and she welcomed me
so all the trees say
my name
among others.
There is no more fine line.
There is no more forgetting place.
Moonlight catches your breath
in gossamer
when you exhale
all your secrets given to the wind
all those things no longer mine.
I placed them in the palm of my hand
and blew them away
like wishes
like years
like promises
like lies
no longer mine.
I asked for the wild
and she claimed me as her own.