a few breaths another season this wonder in the eyes showing that magic is still possible
a few breaths another season this wonder in the eyes showing that magic is still possible
He walks into a wonderland.
He sees, but does not share;
For most the moments he’s alive
There is nobody
There
Photo / painting credit : © Didenko | Dreamstime.com – Winter Forest Photo
In the fading light of tomorrow,
Every wish gets weighed with great precision
On the edge of the lonely island,
Where the river fluxes into indecision
And I wander along the cliffside,
Hoping to find a sign to use, or borrow —
But there’s nothing but gold, and rhythm,
In the fading light of what’s left of one
Tomorrow
Skim the falls
As close as you can
Use your wings
we:
within a
fenced in yard – our own uncertainty –
not meant, in life, to crawl on land —
but to fly over
sea