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.

2 comments:

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

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