equally through

when it became time to spin another yarn blue voices from the desert whispered of desires open flaming red and crimson fires before consumed in the circle with smoke entails a magical button bounced from a purple stone it flew like a thunderbird straight from the smoke swirling amounts of fear disappeared into the light as the dark stayed cold hiding under the strange the music that we played wore abstract woven beads made of some turquoise amethyst connection seed the white owl swoops down from the barn to you where it became time to spin another yarn blue people stay light equally through you with our eye opening the sun together as one equally through