chariot of dawn

most mornings I stand at my balcony looking on as dawn breaks I see the mist of April give in to the molten light: soft, crimson and warm. just enough for the birds & the pores on my skin to wink. most mornings I stand on my balcony thirsty and desirous. for when the chariot… Continue reading chariot of dawn

sing the requiem songs

I sing the requiem songs& lament the axing but,don't cry. walk on the liminal. yesterday, I could smile and dance,before now, I could smile and in loss,now, I don't know what the soul is,and my dad would still ask, don't cry. walking out of the liminal is about the silhouettethe sun being muddied and on… Continue reading sing the requiem songs