something stirs
the evening’s bliss
quivering strings
fold strange music
whips through stone
drafts misty gray
your memory ghosts
these strange halls
long past wanting
those dark curls
pearls of blue pierce
these somber days.
Daily Archives: November 30, 2014
that day
nomad
the thumping sound
hollowed ear
the scream of pain
cool waters won’t heal
down the rail
the clenched finger
racing thoughts
consumes
images of you
caught
in flashing light
racing
sporadic glimpses
into the twisting
night
wind whipped
and wandering
temporal rages
your quest for home
nullified
to matters
of survival
and flight.
promising
at the end of mind
the little bird
passed silently
the leaves
blanketed
distant promises
like rain
his eyes
your shelter
promising release
the desert’s thirst
tiger skies
virga approaching
in fading light
escaping
first star
calling
a wishing well
treasures lost
dreams awaken
found again
and held precious
as fingers close
’round.