Thoughts, Stories, Poems
skin worn over bones like before…
Mitchel David Ring
This feeling like a memory has entered me…
once this fell roaring from the mountains…
Ignore the blood on the snow it will wash away come spring…
These are strange waters and stranger still the waves…
The secret must be written on the bones why else would they keep them here…
streets passing by a world dreamt and dreaming creation at the touch of thought…
It’s like the waves came and washed everything away…
The air smells of rain and the sea…
woven thought descends over dark water flowing…
Wake with the sun, and die with it…
Barefoot in the night, in a field washed by wind and starlight…
I was there when the world broke…
the dream is thinning…
I left a part of myself in those woods by the sea…
The Light is On 