In her eyes, flames.
I looked behind me. No fire, no low sun breaking the horizon.
I turned back.
The flames were deep within her, no longer hidden.
My breath caught.
Walls will fall, never to be rebuilt.
Bridges may fall and crumble to dust
but hope will always
find a way
screams of pain
cries of joy
tears flow as his destiny is known
The year is halfway through or at an extreme, the long-shadowing sun tilted low. Times of change and times for change. Revolution.
Milk-white light spills through the crescent slit in sky
Trees cast broken spider web shadows
I look at my phone as you tell me with you the sun is shining
The earth has spun you away
crushed snow squeaks and creaks and groans
beneath the ice, grey shadows of fish
the day is dark as evening
The list has been written
I’ve checked it once – twice
I’m deleting old posts which were naughty not nice
Self censorship is coming to town
fog hides frost underfoot
the fog into which you disappeared
my balance is lost
My mind warned my heart
My heart did not listen
Flames, flames and breakings
snow on rain on ice
glass all touches over slide
when will your heart thaw?