Homeward

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

(corollary to "Home")

If December holds that part of you, now floating mist in morning cold, then this Summer is when we've begun to find, for everything we face, the antidote. It's already condensed on my slopes, though my molten core wavers between being frozen or volcano. Another turning point ahead, like Hajj recently was, wondering if I'll retain my essence, or if life will try to drain the Red from my veins, a vampire without fangs, striking at the different one, trying to turn me sane. Shardless indeed, once that angel beckons, approaching the edge of life, our soul to be taken, drawn close to dreams longed for, as they finally awaken.