Tell me
what I already know.
VIII of Wands Spell
Light as a feather,
heavy as a board—
the messages hold weight,
of this I'm sure.
Charred but not dead,
Fiery but not cruel—
I'll listen intently
because I know you well.
A cloud of wisdom
circles my head—
I only need to listen
to the words that you said.
Cry.
Die.
Burn.
Fly.
Flitter.
Cover.
Yearn.
Rise.
In pieces, in parts, maybe together—
I'll know when I touch them.
Forever I'll remember.
Quick flash of light
red, black, and white—
You leave me just right
when I'm ready to hold
the gifts of your flight.
open hand
warm heart
I already began my start.
Tell me
what I already know.
Cry, die, burn, fly, flitter, cover, yearn, rise.