A stirring in primeval shadows, given out to dreams that fell from the sky. Blind eyes know only the promise of light...
Tag: time
Everything Left Behind
Softly the last vestige of light fades from eyes filled with gray years, gazing through an open window out to sea...
Lucid
I was there when the shadows fell lucid for a breath before tossed beneath the surface and lost in technicolor visions of the stars...
Digital River
Deeper in, the walls come alive. Trust me. Just go a little further and you’ll see the lights like veins pulsing in the darkness. Like a digital river flowing through the rock.
They Might Have Been Hazel
She spoke to me without a voice and a bullet tore through the walls of my soul laughing all the way to the screaming end...
Toward the Witching Hour
As the clock face moves on toward the witching hour I’ve kept the moon company this night Watching candle wax collect and overflow Onto a table wrought from hallucination...
Waves of a Silent Sea
From out of the west come visions of gold Playing in the eyes of a man atop his deathbed The long moments become waves of a silent sea Rolling inexorable to the city wall...
City in the Sky
A city in the sky, melting into the horizon Nations gather in the harbor, the deep water below Darkness connection the world by sand bars and shipping lanes
Lamentation of a King
It stares defiant across this crowded room And the faces between us are invisible The barrier of insurmountable time crumbles Walls heaving with the weight of a thousand stories
Moonbeams
A blanket on the world, thick, oppressive Stars digging their way through the sky In an effort to reach the surface below
Out of Reach
Time walked a straight path from the morning On a collision course with rapture Then all melted in a haze of something like color, but more A distant scream was a song on the breeze
Storms Ahead
It is the mist-filled vision behind eyes older than time Laughter echoing off walls too high to scale
Hole in the Wall
How long have I been here?The ink shadows have not movedPerhaps they never doIn this light that seeps into the world.I know it does not touch meI am a blank space on the wallA word erased, waiting for the writer to think of a better oneStanding in this hall of concrete.Have I always been here?I …
The River
The walls close in, distorted, Funneling me toward a door That separates my soul from the divine. Through the keyhole lies a world Whose edges fade into the space Between truth and lies. A river of grief flows among the brambles, Scorching its way across a blackened plain. It’s arms scrape meaning From dirt that …
