We camped near the sea.
You could smell the salt as you awoke mingling with campfire.
Fog rolled in covering everything in mystery.
Our bodies ached from the earth beneath our bodies.
But yet I felt more alive than usual.
“Under the mossy tree’s that were sanctuary to Civil War Soldiers.
and in the swampy land that became their hell.
We will make:
Fire and Kisses.
Magic and Alters.
We will stare at the moon in whatever glory she shares and listen to her stories.
Many stories of our past and of our future.
We will sleep close to the earth, faces nestled into it’s sultry smell.
We will listen to the songs of the great mother pound throughout the night.
We will not go far in distance, but we will travel.
Travel deep into each other and ourselves.