go on fill my cup with night
Tag: poetry
grey wings abandon the concrete stronghold
summer spirals into an empty snail shell
slave to none gods work the cotton fields in the sky
eagle shadow ploughs through the sky cotton
filling the skull bowl with ash and memories
wings tucked under the bridge
winged gods lost under the limbo sky
the musky breath of earth after the rain
where the monsoon will never find my soul under a stone in the zen garden