Restless rebels know no rest.
.
Stubborn lovers know no peace,
troubled mystics walk the streets,
making all the wrong turns,
visiting dark corners
where lovers left their fire,
and still it burns
The darkest parts of cities
are ablaze
with madness of words unsaid
with love that hasn’t been made
and sculpted into feelings
Feelings everlasting
that still turn to nothing
whether we like it or not
Spirit of Tara 