it only rarely happens now that in the heart of the dark night skin as ice, eyes wide open with a scream she wakes not yet ready to shake the grip of her nocturnal terrors burnt through her fire she has under the shadow of my wings come to peace in life anxieties laid to rest acceptance finally embraced of what may come a thousand winters to get here but the outcome was inexorable we move beyond [gate. gate. paragate] now she has gone. it was time [28-VII-2025]