Wednesday, May 8, 2013

From Inside this Bright Room

From inside this bright room
I cannot see
through windows black
how the good night looms.

Through the clatter of keyboard,
my cool, blue screen glows
my words are dancing
across fields of new snow . . .

but reality waits
in the warm liquid night,
where flow living rivers
of endless delight,

washing me clean
make me ready to dream.


  1. This is so lovely, and beautiful, as is all your work.