The known seeking something,
as the deep sound of life
resonates just below being.
The known seeking something,
as the deep sound of life
resonates just below being.
The tides, turning over,
moments that float by,
and the air we breathe…
Where the call of light fades
and the deepening glow moves
out of sight,
the moment is still
Picture of light
seen backwards and through the glass,
Wonder,
profoundly…
Yes to breath;
Yes to sound;
Yes to life…
Winter green, and the grays of light,
days held in still by yielding,
as we accept what we’ve come to know as fact…
The sound stirring,
rustling night;
the dream only fades,
but never disappears…
Let’s wade through the leaves with our costumes & our candy;
The pumpkins light the way to the porches and front-doors;
Spent the whole year getting ready and, planning…
Trick or Treat, Trick or Treat, It’s Halloween…
Falling night
folds in the day
supplanted darkness
takes back light
Looking on,
the magician’s staff,
daylight fades
as the riders move in
from the horizon.