As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Tell me stories of the sea

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.

2 comments:

  1. Wow! So powerful. Those last three lines could make a stand alone poem you know. You could just call it ...

    SANTORINI

    I see my reflection in the fold of a cloud
    As stones drop into the depth of me.

    I'd publish that.

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