





lantern lily
When the lanterns come back, it is time to kneel. She would never admit how long her journey was. She goes out before the dawn and is the first to crack the light. She goes out before the birds and is the first to use its breath.
So when she comes back, I am her spectator. Her ceremonial discoveries urge me to dance - but she only falls onto those with two table feet.
When the lanterns come back, it is time to kneel. She would never admit how long her journey was. She goes out before the dawn and is the first to crack the light. She goes out before the birds and is the first to use its breath.
So when she comes back, I am her spectator. Her ceremonial discoveries urge me to dance - but she only falls onto those with two table feet.
When the lanterns come back, it is time to kneel. She would never admit how long her journey was. She goes out before the dawn and is the first to crack the light. She goes out before the birds and is the first to use its breath.
So when she comes back, I am her spectator. Her ceremonial discoveries urge me to dance - but she only falls onto those with two table feet.