Pieces Unfinished

Just a glimpse of where I was

Rhythm Becoming Smoke

My spirit eclipsed

shadowing my soul.

Shortening the length

of my song.

Cutting quick to the heart-

splash of water...

the rhythm becoming smoke.

In the distance-

beyond what we are

our spirits will meet.

Touch becoming spark

igniting our journey

bringing us to who we will be.

 

Water's Edge

Ripples of glistening gold

pull the day to water's edge.

Night melodies have begun.

So begins the wind-

blowing the clouds

past the horizon

stopping only at the sun.

Settle in...

Blue bends to gray then black.

Evening sings a lullaby

as it now reigns at water's edge.

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