Silent trumpet sounds
Forewarning…inviting
The oblivious and innocent
Into vacuous voids,
ethereal eclipses -
Angelic wings dance blithely
Dripping tiny baubles of hope
Melting in mid-air
Dreams, splayed like kindling
Beneath a roaring fire
Where sparks ignite the dirt
With stars too heavy to fly toward the moon
Suffocating lest fingertips burn
Leaving ashy-white memories
Subtly heralding promises of pleasure.
Etched on mental panes
Snowflake images of perfection
transforming teardrops
with the heat from one
quiet sigh.
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I wear many hats, but the common thread that runs through all of them is that I am a writer. I love all forms of art and creativity. I am always open to learning and finding new ways to appreciate the unique qualities and gifts the world has to offer.
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December 11, 2012 at 12:46 pm
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