or is it only the fever speaking to my sickened mind?
in tired eyes
and mist covers the lake
as shivers take my body once again
Choirs of angels
chorus of demons
deep harmonics of infrared and razor sharp ultraviolets. . .
Rainbows dance in the coming sun
I am weary
bleary and. . . strangely alive
Yes. . .
Oh yeah. . .
Let’s just sit here a bit
holding on to my back
slipping around behind me
at the speed of dark
leaving its roots in shadows on me
Daybreak pours across the Face of the East
Golden liquid honey
cascading into my face, hands and
Night retreats to the West
Oddly. . .
The cool of the Darkness
adds to the comfort of the Dawning Light
A glistening, glittering spider’s web touches everything
An array of light and shadow. . .
and somehow beyond understanding
I am alive