Lucid

A Lion Sleeps in the Heart of the Brave

I see her body from afar
Facedown on a mountainside
Head pointing to the river below
She rises, stiff as a board, frozen
Or dead, who lifted her, unsaid
Outlined, illuminated in flame
Undead
Thawed
Where are we going and why do we have to go so far?

The look on your face first thing in the morning, my heart aches.
I made it through the night, another day ahead, wondering how much farther we have to go.
I smiled that morning, still in bed, the sound of birds talking to each other, more than you talk to me. The sun shone through the trees and the open door, warming my face in gold.
Groaning, you ask if I want to go somewhere but I’m not sure if you want me to say yes or no. If I say no, you can go as far as you want, in silence.

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