Silhouette White on black pulls up the empty sounds of running water I could see the Moon half exposed through dark woods rising, into the constant blue Stars and smoke get caught in my clothes I find myself alone breaking the brittle wood to entice the will of the fire, to dance a while without the accompaniment of music Orange peels curl up beneath the embers adding fragrance to the night The moon now creates wake in an ocean following its solemn path forever Maybe the spirits will find time to talk around these vanquishing flames because now all we have are silhouettes since we've left the light in the forest burning black on white standingdeer
I loved this one, there's almost a surreal quality to it, a lot of colors, and a great balance of images and ambiguity.... yeah, that's one great stanza... I think this is my new favorite from you, excellent work!
