A rough draft held in the air,

flame tethered to the flame,

ashes to the water,

crystalising spaces,

you look into the empty hearts of anger and shame,

daring to venture beyond your home,

a rock under ivy,

logs under worms,

you look between the hearts of fear and blame,

dancing around the lakes of resentment and rejoice,

pouncing through the night to meet the day,

let your eyes be the sea of the dragon,

you toss and you turn,

awakening.