Oceans of barricades
and skies of fences...
A cold shoulder and impassive face.
You were in some dry northern town...
Here?
Hurricanes, heavy rain and cold...
Pledge to stars, voodoo dance,
Clear your space, tribal stance...
O blooms
my eyes could hardly hold on to you now...
Worried & lonesome,
dispirited I sit...
If tomorrow does not come to me,
You know, I would not care...
My
Wings may not...
My spirit fuses with the ether;
Subtle life force currents...
Why am I always the first to make contact?
Why do I care what people think...
Mirror on the wall
no blind spots in the corner...
Who are we but lost souls who walk this earth
Once scattered in the torrid wind now hastens in...