Go with the glow, bioluminescent
inscrutable bright night flare
a grove of ashes
a nest of vipers
a tangled garden lair

The forest is old,
wild road stained in adventure,
obscured in ghosts and mysteries,
sculptured by drifting seas, fallen stars,
exulted pleasure,
eternal embrace of decaying leaves, sad savagery.
There is primal fire here.
Glowing coals that never relented
keep warm our restless slumber,
feeding us through famine
burnt remnants, perennial weeds, piquant renderings.
The glow screams of escape —
our demons free
through fingertips, lips, oozing.
Cauterized wounds re-inflame, never heal.
Scenery, like a trellis
slowly turning, pauses at this
shudders seismically.
Angels of light,
diamonds in the night
shatter into promises — pristine
honour, repose, strength —
of charismatic grace.
Go with the glow.