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, May 23, 2015

It's a beautiful morning



In the middle of morning’s fog
Shined night’s light on the darkened pond
     beauty only, pierces  the silence

This spray of may, come what might
May not be what we hoped to like
       L i s t e n . . .
     only darkness becomes the morning

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