Riverbeds arid, From headwater to heartland, Memories of growth.
Riverbeds arid, From headwater to heartland, Memories of growth.
Emotionally Unidentifiable Anticipation
The house sits silent, Light from a single bulb dim. Night presses inward.
Sorrow fills the night- Frozen rain falls, windstorm moans. In the distance…lost.
Soundless dark pressing. The road rolls in the headlight- An owl flies away.
Peace begins within. The outward expression of tranquility is often marred by the inner warring of souls and dreams, making even the most serene of ponds ripple from underneath. Thrashing like a serpent, this outpouring of pain, suffering and anguish…
Twilight…and dusk falls. Roads diverge, travelling on— Ocean falls away.
Sunrise blue and grey Mountaintops bathed in bright red Roadways of black stretch