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.

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Installations in the night


As the colors of playfulness fade from this day
And all of the light fades away
We are left with this bluish sky of gray
Where we see nothing other than what we laid
Against the wilting light
Silhouettes fading into the night
And in this dark where I cannot see
I hear you
I hear you calling me

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