Time draws me close to the next sunrise as I sit here in the virtual canvass. Impressing my thoughts as they come to me in fits and starts. Lots of colors flash in my mind-- waiting to be splashed; the scribe is for now prudent; the begining is wobbly and the steps small.
Flashing lights in the dark sky;circling ripples in the soundless water;stirring thoughts in my mind;
all in the gyre- enmeshing together.
These are the offerings for now. many mundane bits and spirited highs to share with the virtual audience and a bodyless space.
words that envelop, encase, sometimes shroud, explicate, elucidate, accommodate,alliterate all that is life. Even silence is nothing but words muted to silence.... soaring the horizon. These words are me; i am the words.
