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

Saturday, November 22, 2014


drops of golden ichor,
tears of wisp.
i float,
i spirited.
fumes, vapors.
dust, ashes.
witnessing heartaches and losses,
the accursed statue stood,
robed in melancholy and regalia,
for eternity.
watching mortals in their blind pursue;
"if only they knew."