Tag: black and white
Day 868, dreams.
Light shines a corner
a dreaming line fades this dawn
black veils receding.
Day 837, a new web.
One beginning spreads
following a blind bearing
and pay tribute too.
Day 835, around.
A beautiful leaf
A bug’s meal or it might fall
A circular life
Day 833, feelings.
A small-minded mind
dimly creeps to the sharp edge
not feeling the end.
Day 832, noise.
Thousands of synapses inspiring in you.
The noise drowning out your iridescent path.
Drenched by the weight you reach out your mind,
to see a perspective in calm and silence.
Day 827, closed eyes.
Eyes closed and the darkness spirals.
The black mass pulls down, up, it turns,
the movement lures my mood in.
I open my eyes and it lingers.
Day 824, downstream.
Veins stretch like rivers
down to mysterious slopes
carrying the end.
Day 794, fly.
Preparing and fly
glistering wings haunting hope
its anxious nature.
Day 667, Communication.
Communication is movement,
dispersed by intention
as light throwing a shadow
and unsharp mask.
