I don't write, I paint myself blind with words...diogenes herded...ignorance...gilded cages...filling up on beauty unleashed...free will's maddening fractures...eyes that need to smell to see...
November 21, 2011
Tidal Dawn
wearing fingers where wind unwinds your coils and you begin again raking ashes in star fallen light or rather what love spills when letting go of what you hold inside too long for the Sun to remember you once liked day with your night
"wearing fingers
ReplyDeletewhere wind
unwinds your coils
and you begin again"
Yes! That is so good.