Tuesday, November 15, 2011


Moving like a raindrop
past the point of no return
a heart moves reality
to the voice of blessings urn

Scattered sunshine
broken clouds dot the horizon
Nebulous mist
overshadow patterned moonlight
Fragmented light
turn a shot into a negative
Folding night into a shape of its' own master

Dripping formless shadows
down a fading cliff of spades
a storm moves the ground
to the flick of hands serenade...