Mountain Lullaby from Drawn Onward by Jordan O'Jordan

When I sleep, I am a mountain of stone. And trees trickle down my spine and tickle my rock brain, to cause a golden vein to form, just like a dream in my mind. And there are flowers that bloom from the tips of my fingers, and soon I will be completely covered in a soft fur of those flowers. And when I dream, I am a forest gone green—the leaves weave ‘round my sides like sequins on strings, to catch the golden beams that flow like brilliant streams from your eyes. And there are thousands of birds, making pretty little nests on my arms. And I hold them up the best I can, by joining hands with my close friends: this forest clan. And when I wake, I am an antler in Spring: a bone grown from my skull, draped in velveteen. A heart of wooden grain, and polished amber stone for my hide. And on this antler-bough-branch, I shall hang the harvest moon for my watch, so I’ll know the seasons as they pass, with dreamlike grace, by the forms that I find on my watch-moon face.

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