Primary Hopes
Green the dress Raging bright the hair Idling in the wind by yellow roses Eyes stare out. Across the ancient blue. Far gone….away.
Read more "Primary Hopes"Green the dress Raging bright the hair Idling in the wind by yellow roses Eyes stare out. Across the ancient blue. Far gone….away.
Read more "Primary Hopes"The sun-gold gilds the blanket clouds like golden sugar or a wave of iridescent orange-pink. Just beyond the parting grey looms gloomy, glowering as night slowly treads the path retreat away from morning light. Now a burst of gold dust-glow breaks inside the clouds and showers streams of brilliance down to us below.
Read more "Cloudbreak"(in hopes that he would finish his novel that I would really, really, REALLY like to read) ๐ If all the stories ever told could fly, theyโd rise like dazzling dragons through the air to breathe their flames like colors everywhere and make a moving canvas of the sky. Weโd catch them one by one […]
Read more "For the Would-Be Novelist"The air sparkles with tiny drops of day. Flashing colors play everywhere in glass. I follow the light that calls me far away, Closing the door as I eagerly pass. Flashing colors play everywhere in glass Like a child. I don’t notice Him there, Closing the door as I eagerly pass. I chase rainbows for […]
Read more "My Light"God paints the world with colored strokes, with emerald and vermilion; with asteroid bursts and nebulae; with textured tapestries of plants, with vine-twined veins of chlorophyll; the thump and throb of pumping life. – God paints the world with colored strokes with onyx stones and coal dust; with dusky shade from cypress trees; with layered […]
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