My head is humming. Drumming. I am a weed in the wind. Pummeled and blown about, Thoughts of spreading, flying to another….where? And rooting there.
Where the light is Between the night and dawn, the sound of waking birds calls out and then responds across the view. Not alone. But…
My love pours out to sea and is ravished by the waves. And in that dissipation, bleeds up to the sky. ~sbell
I want to slip away and hide in a still dark night and be a shadow. Watch the world and from afar observe. I will
Let me fall, to fall in darkness where sleep is comfort and the only lie is dreams. Where deceiving rests between the dark and light.