Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Falling Up

There was no crisper line that could ever
be drawn between the depth of night and the
eternal dawn where we drew with our eye
tho we could not see beyond this shadowing
smearing of torn clouds bleeding
gray across the sky

On the edge of darkness who could ever know
if we are falling or flying, above or below
in a pool of black or a palette of light
mixed with smatters or remnants of
love and plight which streak the
sky with madness

In that place where my dark met your darkness
where all colors melted into one
not the illusory box of crayons that have
colored the matter of substance beyond
the lines which blind us as we, the darkened embers
rage fervently into this night

Love n Light to You!


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