I have drifted among constellations
met all the wild ones
left illusions at every door
I felt broken lost and totally shattered
even my bones learned to breathe
the dust off
I surrendered into oblivion
and while pain swallowed me whole
something still reached for me
a gentle pull from nowhere
a faint thread winding itself around me
a spark
a pulse
the quiet insistence to keep moving
to speak the soft prophecy
that love
will gather us home again
°Woodlights Woudlicht
