i felt the sand of another beach peppering my hair. i felt the salt sea wind crest like promise in the wings. the sight of moon and stars and light dripped from midnight limbs to stretch across the top of sea, broken by the waves and foam. i heard a voice of sorrow then, calling … Continue reading i felt the sand of another beach
Tag: poetry
i'm like the moth; vellum wings whispered into existence, forged and firm by the flame, cooled in the grey-black river of night. i'm like the moth... there's midnight underneath my wings and around: streams of charcoal ribbon ends undone. there's midnight on my heart, cooled in the grey-black river. candle wears the flame on her … Continue reading the heraclitus matching candle set
we are vultures on a track, grounded gargoyles oblivious to passing cars, waiting for a train.
standing at the edge of my father's bed, i remembered what i wanted to say... and wept.
in the field where the wildflowers grow, a raindrop kissed my face. a breeze took my hand and danced me -- bent my stalk and swayed my stems -- to the promise of another splendid summer. "spring is here," it whispered. and is it beautiful.
Nicolas Gonzales 