Carried by the Tide

I think it was the waves lapping at the rocks that really drove it home...

The Hanged Man

The clouds that morning were the kind that said someone, somewhere, had been hanged in the night.

So heavy is the burden of a constant rain, watching it splash in little puddles on the window sill, the droplets collecting just to overflow...

This is the emptiness that brings absolution, the long-sought silence, the deep breath before a blind leap...

And to the ship with sails unfurled on red horizons said the wind, ‘Come follow me’...

Sensation in shadow is this intoxication breathing in the vapors together and watching the walls turn to rivers flowing away...

It’s always night when new horrors come. Only in the hours between consciousness, the dreamwalker’s realm...

Skin pressed to a glass wall, flesh taken the shape of servitude and lungs filled with a feeling of dying...

I knew before I even left that place that I would return again one day of many to see the waters flow...

And it came to pass that shadows fell, and the people did bow before the darkness...

Those on the road wailing at the stars came to the crossroads and met eyes smoldering...

I saw where solid rock turned into shadow from far above something I’ll never know...

Thanks to Tim from Unforsenities for the nomination!

It isn’t all one single phosphorescence, clinging to our exhaled breath for dear life...

Even if the wall seems built miles high, a door is waiting to open. Light a fire and the smoke may reveal it...