IMG_0792It’s a life of folding.  Pressed down,

gazing into unassuming faces, like clouds,

changing and then reshaping.

Songs are the blankets of thoughts. Small

voices provoke streams of words.  Silence

opens the eyes to creative volumes.

We protect.  Holding the candle of our flame close.

Opening up too soon could close us down.

Dreams tempt us for another night.

Its all about who we are

when were not who we are.

previously published  in Tipton Poetry Journal


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