It's hard now, keeping
externals flexed, defensive.
I flow lovingly

Like golden honey,
Sinuous, sweet and sticky;
Bubbles rise and pop

and set free meanings.
I, liquifying amber,
Beam - burnished, golden.

Walls crumble, shadows
Flicker, and whipering ghosts
Exhale their last. Breathe.

Breathe passion. Breathe peace.
Sing your soul's song, story-like,
And weave your own wyrd.

Shallot's dark lady
Has fled her darkened tower.
The mirror? Uncracked.