To where I will bloom

10 January 2016

The rain fell softly

Upon brown desert landscapes

Where sand had rusted

 

The wind howled on bleak

Echoing through rocky peaks

Time’s grey witnesses

 

Beyond yellow stretched

Between grey peaks green ravines

The light hid in play

 

A journey inward

Where barren neighboured the lush

Reflected outward

 

Inside these valleys

Surrounding peaks bring to eyes

Moist loss of today

 

Whisper to me feats

In the mind’s eye that listens

Bravado a must

 

I will bid you tales

When tomorrows’ letters spell

New recollections

 

There was a road spent

In travel to chances dreamt

Under moonlit skies

 

This ride has begun

A long and dusty road blinks

Withering in sun

 

We walk oft alone

When butchers cut the pieces

They square them smallest

 

When all else has failed

What more to rid now these lands?

Only my hopes’ pearls

 

Shimmering presence

Between two worlds I flicker

A ghost of myself

 

Fold tight the napkin

We are all going somewhere

You might follow soon

 

Once on other side

Remember me by the touch

Of hidden insights

 

Now this tired flame

Dilates and shrinks as I sail

To where I will bloom

 

 

Animated pictures courtesy fastcodesign.com and thecreatorsproject.vice.com

Going somewhere – Abel Korzeniowski

Flying with whales – Abel Korzeniowski

 

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