It’s the open road away from some part of me something left behind that I may never return to...
Tag: forgotten
Fall Weather Dreams
Along a village street in fall weather dreams we float together by the light of a harvest moon...
Freefall
Everything is speaking to me, whispering to me, urging me out to peer over the edge at the far below place of song and shadow...
It Comes Crawling
Fear the waking nightmare out among the dunes It comes crawling over sands that move like water to this harbor in the dry mountains bent on awakening the forgotten ways...
The Path to Rapture
A doorway empty and charred awaits Look in and see what you left behind Forgotten on the path to rapture...
Still They Speak
Still they speak in whispers of the intangible Silver shadows crawling over the night-soaked walls Fall silent when I raise my head to listen.
Traces of Life
At great distances lies the secret to vision without movement Waves crashing in stop-motion—the artist’s strokes slow, deliberate— Press a button and the whole film plays in seconds Millennia compressed to a bite-sized chunk That still manages to get stuck in the throat Though we didn’t need to breathe, anyway.
