Ribbons - Heliotropes

Come with me

My imaginary

Ghost in hiding

Specter in the spring

You’re the sky held aloft

By ribbons unseen

You’re the harvest in the fall

And the sickle in the seed

Come with my

My imaginary

I’ve stoked all the fires while the dogs they did sing

You’re the fires kept alight

By cinders unseen

You’re the whispers and the prayers to all their gods in the trees