Where The Wild Things Are

Boundless are the valleys and mountains that lay ahead and
Evanesce in my wake

Sorrow.

Agony fire all over

Lanterns

I carried a candle crafted from the wax of my soul. Fragile wick, burning off centre and flawed. Until I followed a new light and set my candle aside. Faithfully followed the path that it shone for me. Until I could see the flickering glow from my own candle no more. I traversed new lands.…… Continue reading Lanterns

Furnace

Before I emerged a fledgling.

Emerald City

I escape in words and poetry and swim across oceans of texts and passages. Soar through clouds of others’ dreams and realities.