2024 > Between The Serene and Unknowable


Skies like strawberry milkshakes
There are rivers of words that live inside my head
They come to me by land and sea - or - through memory
I can see them, taste them and dream of them

Gazing off into the unknown
Looking for everything that is not there
A future that is not certain
But I am still here

3 black birds symbolize who owns the room
Entranced by my golden crown
Crafted not of gold, but of paper apparitions
Paper whispers, my sovereign gown.

Do I reign over the realm of the unknown?
Each dawn greeted with wonder and grace
Embracing surprises, my spirit flown