I was
Until I remembered
My wings
Illumined texture
Shadowed depth
Through synthesis, form
So am I expressed
Unconfined
By black or white
No, I: all the subtle tones
Of possibility
Today
This wall is both beautiful
And a reminder of that time
I have the touch of your words
On my heart
The touch of your voice
In my mind
The touch of your spirit
On my soul
But what I want
Is the touch of your hand
On my flesh
Come back to me, my love
I miss your presence
With all my being
I suppose
It is a matter of perspective
As most extreme conditions are
So I tend to see the glow
And the storm?
Nature’s petit mort
And some roads are the long haul
Running straight and narrow
Ending somewhere beyond the horizon
Roll onto one of these
And I’ve made a commitment
Right to the end of the line