Walk softly where she goes ahead in search of deeper shadows Whisper only of what cannot be known— the sky above cries for lost days and the forest grows close around the home of darkness She walks among these trees on paths unseen to ancient song with many voices of wind and rain spelling out… Continue reading Bell Witch
smiles wide where light should be fading all around the edges, morphing...
A slow dive through fading light reveals what always waited at the edges...
Let burn the prophet’s voice and tally every word commanded...
Walking where the midnight sun meets the light of breaking day...
These grooves worn into the dirt are traces of a well known make-believe...
Her own anger had begun to surface. Did he think this was a joke? He turned to face her, and the breath was driven from her lungs when she looked at him.
On soft winds the screams can be heard— a slowly overwhelming, neverending cacophony...
the sky turned to a looking glass and standing beneath it...
Deserts where the dawn rose over all red and grey the anthem of the morn...
The ropes of this bridge across nothing one by one are snapping...
Etched into driftwood and cast away, messages to some future soul seeking a glimmer of truth...
All that would ever mean anything breathed in that world away from light...
I walked hand in hand with a ghost, suspended together in time above a thousand worlds passing us by...
As I fell toward the black water, reflections of the world reached out to me...
