"i'll like a drop of rainwater refracting light...
and a dash of illumination across the endless dark too."

Thursday, September 13, 2012

ripples within ripples.

your strong walls, she never ceased to notice.
yet those silent, invisible webs she wove,
you probably never even knew they existed.

like the flight feather she held in her palm,
a mystery, she carefully conceals.

her mind, the boundless sky.
she sees.
like a dandelion,
she dances.

so many of her, everywhere.
what's left of her, explorer?

if you still believe you've read her well enough,
continue thinking this way.

for its so much easier to take an apparently white piece of paper,
as a piece of white paper.