
Nowhere Can The Golden Light Stay
As night birds call softly to the sky
cicadas and crickets noisily singing
as the golden hour slowly drifts by. …
As night birds call softly to the sky
cicadas and crickets noisily singing
as the golden hour slowly drifts by. …
perched upon gray branches in leafless trees blackbirds rest on their journey to nowhere an icy red wine sky leaps into our mind …
A great inhale lights the pipe
wait for a reddish moon to rise
ballerinas twirl on the sea wall
faces expressionless; eyes cold. …
I’m here, always here, and he’s there, staring,always glaring, forever daring me to move.But no, no, no, I won’t, I cannot.. I have neither …
As the demons and hunger invoked sincere repentance
for thieving loaves of bread. Whilst all distressed lives calmly
exhaled their last before the hot ovens inhaled the dead. …