There is a fire glowing
in the womb of Hours and Fates
where the love-entangled grows.

A figure of speech breathing
between the lines – luring
through the maze of shadows
– feeding Cherrytales.

Soon – our ship will set sail
‘cross the Sea of Snails
where the serpent eats its trail.

A lush bouquet of powers
on the runes of ancient towers
and haze like fiddleheads furled
– bright’ning our world.

In Yestoday’s Garden:
the unknown has to be trusted
– the Blue Hour’s to be adored.

     Garlands and flowers,
     praised be the horde!

Illustration by Isabel Bouttens; words by Wim Wauman.