She dances through air
Like she’s unaware
Beauty and grace causalities
Time bows as she passes
Yet blissfully she knows not
Elegance in awkwardness
Stumble become pirouette
Hypnotic to distraction
Eyes refuse to leave
Her vision in motion
Month: March 2020
The void
The void calls
It takes your heart
Your thoughts circle
Feelings die, reaction lives
Shadows show you light
Books read by illiterate
Become hymns change d
Verses drift chorus away
Fading to white
We’re claiming purity
Deep inside were know
Void is anything
But clean
