I exist in a place Between darkness and dawn My soul roams free in violet shades of a luscious lea Where amber blooms cruise lavish trails Dreams are verba volant Draped on a woven harvest My lips persimmon etched My breath a springtime lustre
My eyes ache from unshed tears Their depths captive Uncertain Afraid Pained
Veni, vidi, vici..
A piquant zephyr flows from my fingers Like a whispering light Indulging the Moonflowers hush in the soft misty air Life lulls me a monologue of rhetoric An opalescent fire that becomes my shelter
I become my shelter My footsteps The building blocks Of flowering seedlings.