the thickness of night as a cool blanket of air slips onto the yard lifting out a day of warmth windows shut sweaters appear a dark lakes surface humbles even the brave inside cabin lights extinguish like falling stars night sounds filter through aged screened windows the aroma of pine lingers … More I REMEMBER
The last blessing the settling of forms the shadows over a life put in order truth hidden in stones deposited slowly into the heart rivers absent of motion become power lost thin paths test the feet of the brave at the end everyone witnesses the valley of their birth.
It reminded me of a glass floor. Where the walk was careful and steps were applied lightly. There was a common passageway of knowledge. Absent of detours. A place where the brave refuse to rest, like unbroken thoughts of youth; deep breathes full of life’s long roads. Boundaries refrained from become reduced, yielding to the … More MOVING THROUGH