...In the by and by//I am where I stand
Mist slumbers low around the ankles of the earth...
Should a moment come to call, write it off as a waking dream...
Where My Heart Resounds
today, the day disturbs me, and won't bother to speak in hushed tones despite my stillness...
I take a deep breath, I brace my chest, and inhale the cool, still air...
Swells of Cessation
Sit in stillness, and smile...
L’air du Paradis
Ignorantly, I claim this is why I do not allow myself L'air du Paradis.
Back in the Storm
Silhouetted mountaintops//Caging the unheard screams//Clouds forming textured backdrops//Punctuating noir scenes
Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. X: Member of Everything
Last night, I hung up the coat that shielded me high on the Cliffs of Moher in the closet that I seldom open, the hinges groaning in protest. The salt from the ocean spray, still clinging to the thick sleeves, left my fingers sticky and longing to return. A gentle yet abrasive reminder that, for once, I did it. I was a member of everything, and my eyes saw the vibrant colors of everything. My ears were buffeted with the pulse of everything, and its pulse became my pulse.