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Archive for August, 2014

Whispers In The Wind

No moonlight needed for those who clothe themselves with stars upon their backs.

No moonlight needed
for those who clothe themselves with
stars upon their backs.

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Innocense

Flying on the wings of what we are yet to know is a bit like faith.

Flying on the wings
of what we are yet to know
is a bit like faith.

Hidden Reality

Slipping through the cracks, a blue streak draws lines between now and what’s unseen.

Slipping through the cracks,
a blue streak draws lines between
now and what’s unseen.

Evidence

We may crackle and peel as death creeps upon us, still the shell of our existence remains an echo traveling the corridors of space and time.

We may crackle and peel
as death creeps upon us, still
the shell of our existence remains
an echo traveling the corridors
of space and time.

The Last Dance

Flower of fringes swirls her skirt in the sunlight. It feels like freedom before we crumple to a heap of ash and blend with what sleeps beneath.

Flower of fringes
swirls her skirt in the sunlight.
It feels like freedom
before we crumple
to a heap of ash and blend
with what sleeps beneath.

Spirit Song

When your spirit sings a song the heart has written before time began, like a butterfly you grow wings of color and you begin to soar.

When your spirit sings
a song the heart has written
before time began,
like a butterfly
you grow wings of color and
you begin to soar.

Despair

 Like miners seeking treasure, rooted feet carve tunnels in the darkness drinking morning dew day after day. Dead-headed sunflowers point toward the sun as if illumination alone could open the palms of crusted fists. And they all know what happens when the headlamp fades.


Like miners seeking treasure,
rooted feet carve tunnels in the darkness
drinking morning dew day after day.
Dead-headed sunflowers
point toward the sun
as if illumination alone
could open the palms of crusted fists.
And they all know what happens
when the headlamp fades.

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