At the Edge
of the Old Walls
I had dreams
bound tight in iron veins, Shadows tall that answered to none. But time unpicked those careful chains, Left room for light where ghosts would run.
I had dreams bound tight in iron veins, In wild Shadows tall that answered to none.
Now roots push deep in cracked stone’s place,
A silent ache where once I hid.
What once was fortress finds its grace,
In wild blooms
where the walls
had slid
CAVECANEM
