Month: September 2021

autumn dawn songbird finds its voice

night before autumn faint smell of egos burning

deep sleep body rotation soul searching

time the moments between space and breath

dusk fingers traverse the frail flesh

night’s consensus a little fear is a good thing

surrender your senses for today not your soul

vacate this bag of flesh and bones night calls

at dawn songbird puts the rooster to shame

the looking glass many face worn over the ages