watching my brother sleeping - soft golden lashes shelter angel eyes behind them somewhere swim pretty dreams i can't see - i am not in them jealous, i shake him to wake him - he moans and throws an arm over me defeated i sleep my tearful anger calmed - at least till tomorrow
Reason for writing:
i cannot remember the spell which as a child i spoke to draw the mists of imagination down around me - i find it both fascinating and infuriating to watch children play, knowing i can no longer reach that magick isle from my shore.
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