Sunday, 24 January 2016

sundried canopy

black bird in a night
sunrisen cloud; i see clearer
now that you are free. misspelled
contours of space and brick eyes
elevated our calligraphy hearts into
the knowing of grey scaled skies.
i am reminded to stay still and 
breathe slow towards you;
you, my magical utopia, you,
my sundried canopy.


granted avalanche

when we arrived  the amulet was damaged and  broke the moments erased. the moment you get out of that. it has left our warped feeling of wha...