Tag: freedom

summer thoughts burst into flames in the morning light

trail of black feathers that lead the feet across grey tiles

robes unsheathed to reveal night’s skin and scales

pagans of the frail flesh performing soft rites

such is humanity’s delight in denying our mortality

the river grey reminds us that we are still flesh and blood

summer at every turn we touch and feel the lies of reality

the voices drone on and on but the secrets stay

like a cape i put on and float away the dark before dawn

dusk every other soul swept under the rug except for us