Tag: fantasy

shadows trudging across the damp earth towards mist clad glass towers

no validation required for this morning’s madness

the struggle is real is when you’re writing poems at a bus stop and the lights go off

believe: the softness of this day is a gift

your gaze on this moonless night wakes the endless in me

lethargy in the limbs that span a millenia

waist deep in fractured waters void of life

cruising through the madness of this winter day

silver fish of winter carry fragments of the moon downstream

you can feel it in the winds and in the smell of the rain after the quiet designs of spring