Highwayman Sky

Journeygods temporarily satisfied

I’m falling, all too willingly

Into a highwayman sky –

Reality’s Greased Tarot boards

Tumbling, so easily away.

Gentle, borrowed light

Has fine dark edges;

I hear distant traces

Of thin, deep lines of music.

Smoke carries shadow stories

That twist and change.

 

Prodigal silhouettes are returned

To the harvest yard again.

The almost invisible

Possesses undeniable beauty.

 

29/11/2012

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