Dream of Night
The world stirred with water flowing through the ebb tide, low sun slanting on the morning sea, gulls circling the rocks crying, come awake! As
August 29, 2014
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The world stirred with water flowing through the ebb tide, low sun slanting on the morning sea, gulls circling the rocks crying, come awake! As
The subtle spark of joy on the dry wood faith gathers, embers softly burning with the breath of thanks, alive and glowing as if to
Haunted by the unseen I searched for mystery but only found a trackless sky, the changing face of sea. I saw a small hooded bird
The full moon rose russet as the tide ebbed, moonlight and water speaking their thanks and I in the dark receiving, not in words but
Dense as stone, stubborn as thorn, something within him aligns with the stars, finds solace in the tide. Infinite and weightless, blood dark from suffering,
The rain came unexpectedly, softening the dry ground and thirst we felt as we shriveled without water, our hearts curled up and hid until the
Look hard enough, long enough and the stitches begin to show, the body wired and painted with life-like color yet skin explodes to the touch