As my light becomes dark
I intertwine my words and vision into woven light
I stare into the deep blue
Voices of strangers call me
The doorway arches toward the sun
I am because of my friend
Turning toward the night
I see my reflection in the
Fold of the cloud
As stones drop into the depth of me.
Wow! So powerful. Those last three lines could make a stand alone poem you know. You could just call it ...SANTORINII see my reflection in the fold of a cloud As stones drop into the depth of me.I'd publish that.
Wow....Jessica, thank you....