Broken

I have a friend who tells me she is broken, as so many pieces, shattered and scattered across the years, and I must admit I feel this way at times. There are moments when I am weak, finding myself alone in so many ways, despite the comforting words, the presence, even the intimate embrace of … Continue reading Broken

The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part II (Mask Reprise)

Sphere of Passion play Rest now in Harmony atop Pitch black: Four sides, One base, Just as Four eyes, One face.   Hue lost? No, found Not within, but Around...   Azure skies above As Azure seas below.   Calm surface all but Kind; Deceit, As winds begin to blow, As storms on horizon grow, … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part II (Mask Reprise)

Where Once the Salamanders

Where once the salamanders Came to crawl and make their beds Along the flowers beneath the windows perched On cool summer nights Soon to be plucked and carefully set upon The dewy grass. Now there are but biting beetles, Buckthorn trees that shout loudly like used car salesmen when they see an easy mark, Dried … Continue reading Where Once the Salamanders

I Paused Ever So Slightly Today

I paused Ever so slightly today, As my feet passed between shadows and sunlight streaming down… Warm and… It has been so long Since I have felt the glow on my face. My spirit ran free last night. I opened my mouth wide And set loose from between my teeth, Not quite words, Not quite … Continue reading I Paused Ever So Slightly Today

Where We Fit In

There is no sky above No Earth below Just space Time Unfolding Collapsing and expanding Flowing through Around Between All of objects and the distance between them Filling Each and every corner Until there is nothing to separate The black from the white The light from the darkness The shadows of night From the glow … Continue reading Where We Fit In

All Must in Time Flow

The days are washing over Like so many crashing waves Each moment passing Never lasting Transient as the shadow-casting rays Just as the water laps the shore The minutes flood our minds Inward bleeding Then receding Taking with them pieces of our lives So let us not hold tightly this Who we are and what … Continue reading All Must in Time Flow