Echoes of What Could Be

faint
whispers
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
-together.

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

come,
beautiful
child of Gaia,
come and play with me.

the future
is here.

and it is ours.