Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Night Air

My silhouette moves among them, stable cracks and shadows of the branches above, cased down by a full moon. They resemble a maze, or a spider’s web, illusions – and yet they capture my thoughts. We press onward; warm lungs and crisp night air, distance memories, and sorting things from care.


2 comments:

James said...

Powerful, I feel it

Melanie Faith said...

Very nice...