If only she could recognize me, she would realize how truly near I am.
Her wailing sobs silence my spiritual presence
I am… the whistling wind
the rustling leaves
the melodious chirps at dawn
the rhythm of the lapping ocean
the gentle taps of rain on the window
the clanging of church bells
the creaks in the old porch swing
She sits on that porch swing, swaying in sorrow, holding head in hand; tragically unaware I sit beside her.
What is this dark dream that is cast in gloom? What ominous, baneful face floats in air, Carrying grim, a foreboding of doom? See the dire eyes how they glow…
Fallow Ground
I was a paper carrier and used to hear her speak when I rang to collect from her every other week. I’d see her on those afternoons dressed up exquisitely.…
Empty Silos
“Can’t swim.” Mark breaks another glow stick and puts it into his backpack. “Seriously?” Kara crosses her arms and leans against the side of the ditch, starring in shock at…
