You dance within the light of my dreams
There was I time I thought of myself as "Stormchaser". It was a label I assigned to offset the difficult times that seemed to follow me as a way of reversing the odds.
Arms out touching phantom limbs and ephemeral vine. Closed eyes focused on aery chimera that plays like faded film, enshrouding me in palpable memory like a mist. August oaks and […]
A short poem about truth.