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the gap; shifting mediums of yearning, yearning for the lines unknown. aching to break from the restrains. beauty undefined; beauty untamed. the in-between

straining the bonds of because, opening the page of why. do you hear the call? the call to question, to discover, to create. fallen light of musical reign, star beloved; a glowing image of the space within. the in-between.

He’s with me.

He’s with me as I roll on the floor and scream out my heart, tossing around my hair and letting my voice ring out. His voice rings out with mine, clawing the ground alongside me, relishing in wild emotion.

In the feels of dancing. Vigorous motion of my own design, He dances with me. Curls unable to be tamed and eyes that hold a wild desire. Living in the moment of pure ecstasy and love for the art.

In the lows, in the darkness of the most grim corners. In the seemingly forgotten, in the instinct for survival.

In the highs, in the most colorful scenery. Senses filled with a glorious awakening, instinct for living life.

He’s with me.

{ Original Poem for Dionysus }

Linked in arms, dance with me. Wine was spilt, not for three. More for two, two linked in hand. Hand-in-hand, watch them go. Laughter like grapes, complex like vines. They dance to their own design. Around the fire, through the woods. Calm mundane moments, love not misunderstood. Hand-in-hand, linked in embrace.

{ for Dionysus and Ariadne }

Dionysus is in the erratic dancing in your room

Apollo is in the strum of your instrument

Artemis is in the swift glance of the deer

Hestia is in the warm hugs of family

Athena is in the peering eyes of the owl

Zeus is in the admiration of the pattering rain

Hera is in the stern guidance of a mother

Hephaestus is in craftsmanship of your tool

Aphrodite is in the overwhelming feeling of affection

Ares is in the instinct to protect those in need

Poseidon is in the enthralling crash of the watery waves

Hermes is in the ever-moving soul of a traveler

Demeter is in the wind sifting through the wheat

{ Original Poem for the Theoi }