Mutable
Villanelle
The caretaker, the inner compass dove After peace, current live flow within Revise now, open your eyes to cloud tears It’s silence pierces comforts little breeze Each turning point reveals a means to grin The caretaker, the inner compass dove Still silence pierces comforts like soft seas A steady pulse returns through dried-up skin Revise now, open your eyes to cloud tears Time slowly bends to match your loves decrees Old habits shift and teach the heart to spin The caretaker, the inner compass dove Soft hands adjust the edges of the trees Guidance returns in time for a big win Revise now, open your eyes to cloud tears New paths emerge where wandering minds seize What once was fixed now learns how to begin The caretaker, the inner compass dove Revise now, open your eyes to cloud tears
Simple and touching
There’s a quiet, guiding intelligence running through this like something watching over the self while also gently reshaping it. The way “caretaker” and “cloud tears” keep returning feels less like repetition and more like a pulse, reminding the reader that transformation is tender, patient, and alive. Beautifully held.