upward going

the whirlwind carried me higher into the mirror of a pastoral sky it reflected images of broken time placed by the questions or reasons why archangel saviors battled through the deep angry and singing the prayers of our eyes they collide into metal sadness in placed view the face of foul fragments turn around blue gripped on the tree that withers its leaves all denied the vision from the showing archangels carried me upward going

the sun elf dreams

the night blew through the window screen cool chills from the distant forest hills where the pattern of a blanket kept you safe it expanded the heat where the heart is placed building a fire in your mind to circle the eyes with the far distant owl on the wing of surprise I flew in the wind, as to where I could not know it tumbled me blindly like a leaf going home past the towers of towns and sounds of desire a voice that stayed near was guiding me higher with a golden string echoing through scenes the night blew into the sun elf dreams

Rock Canyon

give me some marching room to expand in the night for fireside times gone by where pesky sarpants killed them all in caves where meditation chants down upon trails lit by the moon songs joined by the bears who wanted to seek I screamed at the top of this sacred peak

Keplers supernova

Mt. Nebo

I crawled onto the face of living stones packed with the day bending backbones the air thinned all men into vapors as the brisk balance sent souls running a magpie followed this movement up he told every other wing person to come we all dreamed into the evergreen bliss it was here where our fortune would face never turned around behind salted shapes only with a song in the heart of a cedar tree dropping cones in the cup like abstract seas would we slip to the crest of resting or go straight to the top of the great Mt. Nebo

artist William Blake

the spectre

dreaming spider shapes

temptations angry flame