Song of Songs
Eclipse of hope within
A circle of white charm
A charm of seasoned salt
In every season I am you
rs lung by lung
In your sorcery
You are magic you are free
In the end will you buy my soul
I knew it all within my trajectories
You would bring the winter in me
You would bring the winter to me
In sacrifice in secrecy
To be human and to be meant
In another season I'm your
three season bug
Looking into the water I saw your
August 2025
By Aran Meredith
