take my hand and climb with me…

fifty four degrees: ‘bless the light that shines on you…’

Days ~ The Kinks

fifty four

Strange dreams, thanks giving. Hearts wired, for love. Hard though, its learning. Rage undressed, fear seen. Fatal wound, shot through with sadness. Robbed you, of self. As it did, he. And she. And me. Solitary confinement, shared illusion. Our shattered, separateness.

Little wild cat, wary of the tribe. Feline trio fear, unknown feral friend. Every night, returning. Rake thin, fierce and proud. Meagre offering, company and food. Dine together, richly. Growing slowly closer.  Small community, of spirit. Shared energy, of light.

Mundane magic, blessing in tiny things.

I’ll remember all my life…

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