Incubated howls captivate
indigenous emotions to a forest...
Only when trees shed
and winds shake...
Did it embrace your bruises
did it enfold your numb soul...
A cold shoulder and impassive face.
You were in some dry northern town...
Here?
Hurricanes, heavy rain and cold...
Pledge to stars, voodoo dance,
Clear your space, tribal stance...
O blooms
my eyes could hardly hold on to you now...
Worried & lonesome,
dispirited I sit...
My
Wings may not...
My spirit fuses with the ether;
Subtle life force currents...
Why am I always the first to make contact?
Why do I care what people think...
Mirror on the wall
no blind spots in the corner...