the energy of day resigns itself to evening thin shadows cast linen gray images onto sides of cottages and front porches the soil and trees release a tired breath as night occupies all spaces darkness closes day lilies, a reminder that time runs with us until it fails
a dark blanket, thick, holding infinity above the beyond and beyond, absent of time undisturbed by winds unmoved by seasons selfish quarter year demands or rain touching every hand, silk soft, with the aroma of clouds, as I gaze upward into the black stretched linen at chariots and horses passing over, collecting wishes I surrendered … More STARRY WAITS THE NIGHT
The vanity of the ground was altered by a morning rain. the meadow trembled under the wetness pulled from the sky a linen gray horizon without sound slept overhead.
There is a vision inside of everyone. A vision of something distant from reality, yet persistent, attempting to create belief. A flash of honey sweetens the dreams that we hide in our pillows. Stories tightly wrapped in linen. A fresh song or story taps its way to the surface, turning over the stone of … More NIGHT TRAVELER
In the smoke shop, the aroma of incense lays trapped between wood and glass. Rigid cardboard boxes rich with painted scenes of Italy protect the peaceful rebellion of indulging in the product until offered a choice through decadent permission. A swinging door opens to the street; it’s a clear space until pedestrians fill in. … More SOMEWHERE PAST