I walk between the worlds unseen,
Where moonlight hums and branches lean.
The stars whisper secrets old and wise,
A sacred truth beyond the skies.
No steeple calls, no bells decree,
Yet faith still stirs, alive in me.
Not bound by walls or books of men,
But carried by the wind again.
The forest breathes, the embers glow,
A quiet power soft and slow.
I trace the runes upon my skin,
A story carved from deep within.
Candles flicker, spirits rise,
I hear their echoes in the night.
Not lost, not damned, but ever free,
A child of earth, divinity.
No name can hold this fire bright,
No label fits, no wrong or right.
For faith is vast, a boundless sea,
And love the only truth I need.
About the Creator
Cai Fox
I write to capture unspoken emotions, timeless love, lingering fear, and inner battles through true crime, poetry, & deep dives, I aim to connect, inspire & provoke thought. Join me in exploring the unique mind
https://beacons.ai/caidenjayce
The Man Who Dreamed in Reverse
The first time it happened, Graham dismissed it as Deja Vu. A strangely vivid dream of walking down Main Street, past the old bookstore, where a woman in a red coat would drop her coffee. The next afternoon, it unfolded exactly as he had seen it.
By Cai FoxExclusive • 10 months ago
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As a fellow child of earth, great work! 🍏