Candlelight dancing in my home, flickering flames of enlightenment. The sparks are cascading now, dripping like starry drops of rhythm onto the floor; And yet, a number of those sparks rise to the forest in the ceiling. Vines of rumination crowding over our heads like a storm in nature. Should the floor and the ceiling…
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Sleeping Still
To lay still, as a poetic soul caught up in an ocean of reflection and contemplation. To hold still and listen to the story twirling in a melody spin at the edge of the cliff. There is a forest, yes, a forest fire building and caressing the edges of my mind Those imaginary friends…