Between Worlds

Between worlds is a lonely place to be.   But I’d rather be drifting through stars, And getting lost in constellations Than wading down Metropolitan sludge. No need for navigation, I’ve been here a thousand times before.

Woodland Solitude

Sometimes I feel so very out of place That even my shadow leaves me behind, Alone with ideas that put up the chase, Running through the walls that keep me confined.   So I’ll take a walk in rain and quiet To where the trees make it safer to ink. I’ll get lost in leaves,…

Up On Broomhill

Blacks clouds crackle like static And cause my roses to wilt and waste away, So instead of picking flowers I end up raising the dead Who ride on the wind To arrive like thieves at my door. I am almost tempted to let them in, But they’d only turn to dust To dance and swirl…