Behind the thinning clouds shadowed by the burnt red umbra the cratered surface is lost haunting in its hint of there breath-holding in its suspended silence The wings of darkness shadows of all dreams and dreamers mask the milky gray caverns and mysteries We stare from our campfires and curtained lives hoping for the best receiving the real all in prayer-lined requests and breaking souls Like the mayfly or summer breezes friends that light and leave totality is short lived and often disappointing Fingertips that waken and wring words that caress and crush eyes that spark and turn away The shadow moves onward into darker, deeper blackness and alone the stark white soul orbits and waits patiently, alone
Wanderings and Reflections