Tag: experimental

spring the landscape barely remembers our touch

herein lies the cosmos the universe unfiltered unexplored

feels good to remember this drizzle on dark skin

bark of birch made soft again by the cold winds of dawn

a gathering of hands to fan the fires of spring

shadow on skin only the sleepless know the peace of night

come dawn we are but a society of shadows and shells

sit and be still the river grey consumes our grief

dark clouds unveil the shy stars one at a time