Tag: poem

lost in the rushed river flow coffee turns cold

dusk we imagine buddha dancing in the rain

standing absolutely still in paradise

at dawn light spears pierce the retreating dark

rock bottom or infinite skies- choices we make

concrete’s edge man and beast have taken the leap

the mayfly’s very existence is a eulogy

sun blaze how many dare gaze into its soul

4am the mad gods crawl back into our dreams

somewhere in the dark the low growl of spring winds