I continue to fall on my shadow that forms from a flickering flame,
across the plane stumbling over dirt and rocks
but still relentlessly casting my spirit out at all costs,
is it free from me in this dark domain?
Deep below picking up sparks along the way
that ignite my soul and light the coal which warms to the goal to pawn the roll,
wanting it to be left alone with rope right there,
concerned with hope & fear shooting across my firmament like a silver tear,
the ephemeral cheer the gossamer of memories that link my experience together
whether or not it's worth it is not the question but how I reply to the suggestion of perfection.
In reaction to a Celestine drop that soaked my being then refused to stop..
I transformed my life on the whim of fate
Intuitive impulse reverberates my state
The sound is sweet, it moves both feet toward a goal I want complete
To live and die in a blink of an eye, so while blessed with breath dare to try!
I've never had guidance in writing, I occasionally write to vent.
This is the first thing I've shared, so please criticize and comment.