Tendrils of the night
Wispy hints of memory
Floating through my dreams
poetry, prose, and photography
Tendrils of the night
Wispy hints of memory
Floating through my dreams
Wind across mountains
Dancing across rocks and mud
My wheels delighting

āDawn rises quickly
Or perhaps that’s just illusion?
The birds are singing
Danger in offended rage
Most toxic of poisons
Seeps into our marrow
Boiling, burning away joy
Leaving nothing by charred
Remains