our echoes roll from soul to soul and grow forever and forever. alfred tennyson
a new beginning
ethereal stain rising like water on black paper - boy soldiers standing guard - fragile protectors of daybreak --- a page turned - just as quickly turned again
i've been told i'm going off the deep end, but i'm not even close. i hope i'm headed there, into deep oblivion - or maybe deep awakening - where life is simple and clear and real. words take me there. come with me.
Beautiful and I hear what you're saying. Keep writing.
ReplyDeleteYour little brother.