Tag Archives: poetic thought

Winter’s Edge

Upon winter’s edge
I sit
Breathing in fire of Divine light
Mesmerized
I believe
There to be standing on the
Veil and Vine
A return to places unmade
And yet to be
Lo, Spring’s hands working
I see
Hope in ever the making
Existing
To find the magics of
Life ever now
Ever now
I sit

Lines of In-Between

Lines of in-between

pixel painted perfections

precariously perch

above the door way

in an effort to ambush

thoughts with raven

accuracy

dooming any sense of

reason

in the mad mad mind

called me.