Each day we struggle to retain
our shimmering qualities, the heat
of blood & fire. Some of us are
eaten by the flames, succumb to
famine. What touches the soul
burns itself through arteries to
heart, into the lungs that warm
the breath, moving in and out like
faith. On a perfect day, we hold
our tears, smile into the mirror
imagine light where light is missing,
pierce the blackness of the skies.
3 comments:
Good Heavens! I don't come round for a while, and when I do it's to find you've completely redecorated!
And all this self-disclosure....
I am glad to meet the Swedish husband and the wolves - and you.
PS I still like the writing too. :)
Yes, I thought it was time for a bit of "plastic surgery" as my site was sagging. Thank you for your comments Rosemary!
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