
the light of the truth
can’t be deterred by locked doors
nor written house rules

the light of the truth
can’t be deterred by locked doors
nor written house rules

moving images
sometimes all that we can do
living on the go
diaphanous clouds
the night sky glowing softly
full moon of winter
the leaves at first light
takes off on wings of blackbirds
the tree stands naked
beneath dreary clouds
unknown V glides overhead
something moves within