Wednesday, 29 June 2016

eye

she folded their eyes so
that they could see her
particle freedom dancer
glowing beside our wings;
blessed be the day you
came to never leave
my truth. immaculate tresses
fall free from northern leaves
and its' shadow held on to
my withered arm. i let
go to finally breathe out
and close my eyes to open
my eye.





grieving greif

bountiful snow with stagnant silver wings and baby steps leaning us forward. i have been in this attic before and the leaks were distancing ...