Enjoying desert landscapes, appearing in full attire before me with splendid touches only nature can bestow upon earth.
An intense desire sits upon my brow, wanting to get lost in it’s immense beauty and vast space.
Now looking outside of the narrow, darkened hallway, seeing bluened lights and beyond – their visions filling my intellect, bringing me to amazing places and locating them within a poem of interior harmony.
There is a past spread out before me, casting me to depths of despair, filling time with darkness in death’s open door.Time has packed it’s bags and left, no longer interested in what will happen.Tired of incessant sadness, crowding every moment, leaving nothing – joy and happiness cannot abide within.Winds of sand form dunes upon…
Sensing their presence, knowing they’ll always be within whenever we need to be placated and soothed through no fault of our own.Making vows to selves, hoping to fulfill them before their end is here.
Deeper, edges are more defined and sparkle exactingly into beautiful artful prose.
Death by singing, scaring us all right out of the mood we were in.
Precariously sounding like past memories, climbing walls through yesterday’s canyons.
