Salt and Song: An Ode to Fear and Freedom
Fear, sugar-slick salt on the blade of pain,
Cuts deep, child—deeper than shame.
But listen close—it hums a tune,
A midnight cry beneath the muted moon.
That fear wraps your bones in a shivering lie,
But it’s a shadow, honey—just let it die.
The wheel keeps turning, seasons roll on,
Painted ponies prance from dusk to dawn.
Time’s an old well, deep and dark;
We pull up buckets, sip myths that spark.
What we leave behind, the children will keep,
Telling our stories long after we sleep.
Mars lies low in Cancer’s home,
A warrior resting where waters roam.
He lays down his anger by the fire’s side,
Learning the rhythm of love’s slow tide.
Moonlight sharpens the blade of night,
But that edge cuts clean when wielded right.
This world, baby, is a ship on the sea,
Sailing through storms, wild and free.
Whether in flip-flops or boots laced tight,
The heart must lead—let your soul take flight.
Mountains or rivers, snowfields or sand,
Wherever you wander, you’ll know the land.
There ain’t no borders, no flags to raise;
We’re Gaia’s children, wild in our ways.
One song, one heart, sweet as the sea,
A tune that hums with joy, pain, and mystery.
We are the vine, and, baby, we are the wine,
Poured from love’s hand, fierce and divine.
Dreams you dreamed will take root again,
Bloom in the hands of a stranger, a friend.
No need to hoard what the heavens provide—
Ideas float free; they never divide.
Thank the Source for each thread we weave,
For every dream born, for every reprieve.
This life ain’t scarce—it’s overflow, child,
A river running lush, wild, and mild.
Uranus grins with wisdom old;
Time is a rhythm, a story told.
Hear the elephants on parade;
Lost boys in green jungles fade,
Waiting their turn, time to replace.
“Measure twice, cut once,” the elders say—
But know when to let time slip away.
Each ring he spins, a lesson learned,
Cycles of love and loss that turn.
Mother and Father reunite at last,
The future born from the lessons past.
Mars bows low, his fire in peace;
The moon cradles light in tender release.
Gaia hums with Yahweh’s praise;
Together, they walk through tangled ways.
Darkness falls, but, child, don’t fear—
Even the void has music to hear.
Come to my bosom, child—come near;
Way out yonder, sweet is the taste of fear,
The elixir kept in a scorpion's tear.
If children laugh with joy at night,
Why should we tremble, lost in fright?
This is the age where fear dissolves,
Where riddles crack, and hearts evolve.
The Christ spark glows in every face;
Forgiveness blooms, and pain finds grace.
No martyrs left on crosses high—
We are the ones who live, who try.
The wheel keeps turning, life spins on;
We are the circle, the midnight song.
So take the reins, child—ride your steed;
This is your time, your hour to lead.
Step into the light—don’t be shy;
Flip the canvas—paint the sky.
We saved this hour for you, in honor—
The soulful song, unapologetic, lived inside,
Kept protected in its integrity,
Waiting for its time to shine,
To ignite—
To unlock the door of heart’s desire,
Turn the key,
Set the night on fire.
🩵 D4WNS