Streaks, of pure color
Reaching out,
From the night
Invites, our wild dreams
To be bold,
And take flight
To reach, the last mystery
In the cold,
Of dark light
We find, the first spark
In the heart,
Of God’s sight.
July 25th, 2014 § 0 comments § permalink
Streaks, of pure color
Reaching out,
From the night
Invites, our wild dreams
To be bold,
And take flight
To reach, the last mystery
In the cold,
Of dark light
We find, the first spark
In the heart,
Of God’s sight.
July 20th, 2014 § 0 comments § permalink
Gravity’s strength
Expands and decays
By sharpening its will
To define its true waves.
July 14th, 2014 § 0 comments § permalink
Masking black with color
We see our visions new
We seek the hidden wonder
To find what must be true.
July 6th, 2014 § 0 comments § permalink
An anomalous feature
Deliberately designed
Defines the dark creature
Inside –
Of time’s mind.