As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

A Calling to the King

They built a house from mud
as summer was carried by the river edge
and desperate snakes haunted the night
autumn fell away
and the low hung darkness choked the space
winter drifted amongst the embers
as silence filled up lungs
spring was released toward star lit nights
while mice shuffled along the outside of dreams
the truth swung from the straw laid roof
moth wings caught the light
as the green of the valley
cradled their hearts

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