Bandit Queen, Sea Witch

This woman has many names.

Sunrises happen quickly when deeply affaired with oneself. Embers and flames which kept all the night, now disappear in tree filtered sunlight. Glowing and gone but together, like us- like the hour: too early, too late.

Everything is timing

            tick, tick, tick

Everything is waiting.

Like the curve I have for you: softly slinking, slinking, seeking. Forever suspended in search.

There's some saved time too, if only you could take it from me.

The Universe is wider than even You know, Sun god, Desert king

The days’ glorious pause is upon us.