Water filled words the start of growing dripping thoughts shadows looking for a shape to become a sound it’s the last part of the best the chance to explain and the reasons lost from silence the half note becoming complete the message received the gold of knowing the walk not alone the story … More OVERFLOWING
Shadows crest softly onto treetops where slivers of dusty light drift to the forest floor the moons proud side full of fluorescence melts to the surface forming sharp angled irregular pools of light exposing moments of resting life its reflection, a silent intruder is unequaled
There’s clouds I spoke to, yelled at cried under and stars I confessed the worst of me bouncing prayers off the space between and under moons where useless silver threads failed to drown out the blood of my sins as my eyes suffered sight to see a way through to the … More FINALLY
It was a canvas with voice. Tight and constrained. Earth supported with a dampening sky. Gold leafs brightened from a silver candelabra. Birds cold gray and three flowers in need of water. Shadows from a forest with blue trees. In the center a precocious muse. An expression to beguile those with whispering gazes and questions. … More MUSE
I saw a winking moon hide behind kingly pines where silence finds comfort in darkened leaning shadows and silver liquid beams slipped through thick boughs as the round full faced hanging around moon delivered light to paths on my way home.
I pointed to a full moon suggesting to my cat the enormity of silver so distant favored my yard. The cat yawned with indifference. Its tail providing a half swish, unimpressed with the depths of space or the light it doesn’t need. The fireplace snapped with heat, causing one of his ears to … More SILVER