Reblogged from Jordan’s Streamings:
Golden key upon a locked box, attracts me to that which lies within,
Yet my thoughts are garbled, and flooded by those akin,
One turn the lid opens, a dove released and stares through my sheltered eyes, stoking the heart’s fire, diminishing the lies
Breathing in new life, the baptist arrives, to wash and cleanse away the compromise
The outers melt from the inner flame, Burning away all of the same
Bathed and restored, butterflies burst into flight
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