The graveyard of ten thousand stones-
A maze to match the sky-
Was riddled with the blackened bones
Of centuries gone by.
The stones did reach to realms of dreams
As vines then grew in cracking seams,
But never, knew they why. Continue reading “Statue and Stone”
And how am I supposed to know,
Of just how sweet this fruit should grow?
The fruit that takes the spiked and sheltered
Branch above my head.
The simple fact is, I should not.
For in this field where they be got,
The only thoughts permitted are
Those written but not read. Continue reading “Forbidden Fruit”
Through large arched windows
Mountains stroke clouds in the distance.
A magical presence
Filters through earth and sky.
Trees of the forest grow from spirits passed. Continue reading “Retired Wizard”
The sun was alight
‘bove the shimmering fields
Of rays hitting virtuous sea.
With eyes of delight,
I boarded my freedom
And rescued who waited for me. Continue reading “Island Legend”
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