Ode to The Blue Rose
I love the glee the Blue Rose brings
I love the ideas the Blue Rose gives me
Happy and bright and lovely and kind
The Blue Rose brings me light
My Heart is an Angel
With wings of feathers
Sometimes white, sometimes black
With streaks of pure grief
Eternal underlying grief is my curse
But I let it give me life and I let it grow me
And I spread my wings to whisper and say
“I am here, I am here, I am here.”
Yuelia, Laura, everyone….
Every life imaginable. Get it done.
Switching from bow, to longsword, to wand, and then back to bow
Knowing what’s to come before it actually happens…..
If so many of the things I see are dreams…..