As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Sunday, July 3, 2011

THERE IS A SOUND....

Tingling the triangle

In my good ear

Feeling my visibility

You can count on my love

The healer

As the moment of wanting

Fades

Reality is clear

I am what I don’t see

Gravity catches the dust

And sprinkles the body

With a spirit

That is constantly longed for