• Sun shadowed forms

    creep along the southern

    streets.

    Made-men mimic Nature

    thinking all the while

    that She steals from us.

    I attend, I examine, I am within

    somewhat of a-

    Kaleidoscope dreamscape.

    It rocks and stills me

    It is a divine act;

    courteous and wrenching.

    A southern wind

    entwines in my tresses

    with knightly intentions

    of a surety.

    But it reminds me

    of the pure, unadulterated

    depth that Darkness can

    accede to.

    ~(Beautiful in its own right)~

    We are all willing participants

    in the game of Life;

    We choose, we gain, and we

    lose again and again-

    Weaving in and out of time,

    counting all the losses and

    never the wins.

    Not this time.

    The southern wind

    pulls towards the horizon

    and I step out from the within.

    I tire of fighting Shadows,

    I just want to live.