Lena
if I can stop one heart
from breaking
The garden was a haven – and she was too, wrapped in its stars and lines, in its pinnacles and eaves, a charitable smile lit upon her features as she hummed under her breath. Warm and gliding, pinnacles of tenderness as she walked along toes and then flatter-footed, feet bare from where she’d left her sandals along the cobblestones, breathing, exuding, calming, everything at once.from breaking
Then the world called; a familiar rhapsody, a beacon in her heart, in her lungs, as the point of celestial whims grasped and pulled. “Another one?” She murmured to herself, though the question was for no one but the sun and the grass, following its beck and call along the ethers. The closer she roamed to the beckoning, the more the twilight began to pull, stretching over like canopies, like glimmers of promises, like convictions nestled and intertwined, a heavenly and devout rapture, a blissful adornment for those who’d been stung by the reaches of the world.
But not here – where all life was precious, permitted, allowed, to mend.
The youth contained within its new enclosure gazed upon her in wonder – eyes wide while Lena smiled, reaching out her hand towards the ward. “Aren’t you beautiful?” A cousin of dragons, a relative of those voracious lizards, the cloud wyrm wiggled, a few puffs of clouds emitted from its breath, but the lack of flight was noted, cuts and slashes upon its sides. “Had a bit of a mishap, hm? I’ll get you some water first.” The creature made a sound, and she grinned again, a handwave gestured for it to wait, while she snagged at a bucket nearby, wandering down familiar, primordial pathways.
I shall not live in vain
