Talent Sarah Stewart

I listen for his footsteps, walking through this forest of long ago, now remade in this world of dreaming.

amongst the broken glass I stare into the reflections of my face

I use the anger to burn away the memories, Leaving the ashes in my wake

Your closer now, I can smell your sin

this dream of dying to re-meet

My soul is old, My roots are deep

she sleeps inside the earth they say