Hourglass - Viza

Last night I dreamt of holy lands with unholy laws

Last night I met an acrobat without any arms

The shortest straw will win her hand in marriage

Tonight I long for fairy tales and heavy hearts

Tonight I turn over every stone that you wore out

The shortest straw will win her hand in marriage

I’ll find you, then hide you, in my hourglass

I’ll find you, then hide you, in my hourglass

Fickled seasons.

Seasoned demons

Rumi’s reasons got me thinking now