Summary:
the midday sun burns brightest, but the midnight sun burns longest.....
Dying, she said,
“Toss my ashes to the northern lights, to drift among birches and be buried by snow.”
Ashes remain urn’ed
gathering dust within dust,
but sun bursts crack the porcelain
and sets within hearts’ twilight
Powerfully penned, Ghosteen. Another excellent write with layers my friend. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you.
Damian