Echoes of What Could Be

call softly,
like the night fire’s morning embers.

call to you,
…call to me,
call us
to share that spark,
and build a warming flame

take my hand
for it is cold,
but I know the way.
let us light the winter of the world,
both night

child of Gaia,
come and play with me.

the future
is here.

and it is ours.

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