so many
mindless moments
blank spaces in
black holes
the time lapse of
futures beckon
minutes float
on coarse winds
circling 'round
thoughts bent
into the blue
of the morning sky
or is it
the eve
mem'ries lose sight
air flows light
tides
awaken
raging seas
in my eye
or is it
I'm weary
and cold as
Winter wanderlust
howls incessant
through caverns
carved
into my
solitude
or is it in sweet solitude
I await
the calm and
the song
of the straight line
of the morrow
do you hear
the birdsong
on the knell
I will
I will
oh I will
s.wilson
Shadow Shot Sunday again...I think...
