Sunday Sound Bites
On The Wind
Never feeling
more alone
I could taste
the remoteness
As it lingered
on my tongue
Teasing hunger
most tart
Never being
more unknown
The detachment
left my senses
As I drifted
on the wind
Like an echo
— in the dark
**
Ancient Bodies
Fixing
what wasn’t broken
My crusade
soldiered on
Past bodies
killed ancient
On battlefields
— long won
**
Taking My Hand
Where does the moon
try to lead me
that orb of reflection
and light
Taking my hand
its will to command
time ...
—the servant of night
**
New Truth
Skirting the line
of wrong and right
Scaling the cliffs
of darkness and light
Climbing upward
not one look down
Perched and waiting
the truth — unfound
**
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