Portal
I stand at the edge of a portal Feet rooted to the ground The air is still Earth holds her breath Stars fracture without sound ☀️ I stand at the edge of a portal Words catching, not yet formed My eyes don’t see Yet I perceive A welcome rite, performed ☀️ Stand at the edge of a portal Sounds humming in my ears A mantra, sweet Inviting me To cross, and shed all fear ☀️ I stand at the edge of a portal I know the time has come A silent roar A golden haze A prophecy undone



Super cool, Trudi. Love the sense of being on the verge of the portal.
Love this!