night: past the darkness is a cradle of comfort that embraces all
Tag: monostich
autumn at the coffeeshop: the trickle of drizzle into a quiet state of mind
lights off: and we are nothing more than dust in this cosmic drama
relapse: the old world haunts us with dagger sharp stabs of guilt
dreams: of roots like the threads of fate in eternal entanglement
the earth exhales memories of summer older than time
the sweetness of travelling winds: a different shade of earth speaks to us
a mysterious blank space in the forest seems unwilling to explain itself
dark before dawn: dew outlines a footpath that disappears as soon as anyone follows it
river crossing: if you have no coin then offer the ferryman a sliver of your soul
