Left Behind

Curried by gentle

Dragon-breathed winds,

High clouds, gold-fringed

Tailings of the mined-out

Dreams and wishes of

Gone-world gods and ghosts

Roll across the blue geometry: Continue reading

The Call

I am

The call from seas unknown,

Ruins buried by sands,

The voice-in-whispers

Of mountains remembered,

The ache in the

Yearning spaces;

The shadows,

Sometimes glimpsed

From the corner of your eye:

The wishes you

dare not voice.