One day.
A ladder made of wind and wisteria and a song you can almost hear.
Will unfurl before you.
Rippling down from the stars.
Or rising from the depths.
Perhaps both.
All at once.
You will not have to wait.
For an invitation.
To somewhere grand and mysterious.
As none will appear.
All you will have is the knowing.
That somehow.
This ladder is an answer.
To a question you didn’t know how to ask.
And you will have to choose.
Whether to climb.
Up.
Or down.
Or at all.
You will have to choose.
To hear the whispers.
That lay just beyond.
What can be felt.
On your skin.
You will have to trust.
That this step will lead to the next.
And the next will take you somewhere you won’t know.
Until you get there.
You may look around.
For sure things and safety nets.
But they dissolve in the light of the moon.
There is no map.
Save for the flowers that bloom in the expanse of your breath.
Growing with each movement.
Closer.
To the treasure.
Unnamed.
But oh so real.
The fear may rise.
But so will the fire.
Sparking and wanting.
To come alive.
And you can stand there.
For all of the days and nights.
Wondering.
If this is even your step to take.
But waiting for certainty.
Will leave you alone.
When the ladder.
Unweaves itself into the ethers.
But even that won’t stop.
The oceans of The Evers.
From beckoning you.
Into their discovery.
Waiting.
With fraying desire.
For you to say yes.
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with love and fire~
Jo Anna
P.S.
There are Siren’s.
Waiting for you.
Find them all here:
https://www.joannadane.com/sirens-of-summer