The Phantom Of Her Blog
Her blog appeared with the ping of my phone, I transpierced, mesmerized, engulfed, navigating my way round the phantom, lifted, carried deep into the well, emerging, prancing over catwalks, springing toward the decaying spiral of dripping eloquence, up, up to the dome overlooking all that can be seen; an ancient river of wisdom.
You may visit Her Blog at: http://salmonsaladandmozart.com/?p=3133
Ah… metamorphosis, a treasure to look forward to.
With the fearlessness and innocence of a child, knowing and not knowing anything, I aspire; to do anything, go anywhere: seeds blowing in the wind and roots shackled, ensconced in the loamy soil of this old home, cast off, cast away…
Ah… Metamorphosis a treasure to unfold…
FRIEND OF FEAR
From cave to castle, from castle to cave
From bud to full blown bloom
Fearlessness of youth goodbye we wave
For fear to form our current room
WHEN DEATH COMES
When death comes will it be like meeting an old friend?
When death comes will it be a relief?
When death comes will it come to send?
When death comes: a new life…
Whenever death comes,