Searching

I am walking with the night, where the darkness holds all of the secrets that I long to know

I am a living spell of stardust and wandering, listening to the owl’s sweet voice

I am dreaming by my own accord while the wind sings quietly to my soul

Here, I know I am a huntress of what is hidden

Here, where the quiet hours slide silently along the outskirts of the day

I am gathering the twigs of the earth and the blanket of the stars

I am waiting for the night to arrive again and again

Whispers and dreams laced in fog as I search for the place called home

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