Transit of my soul
From numbing place to place
Dark nights, howling winds
Rattling of a rib-cage window
Naked moon glares above
Skeletal grind and pain
A refrain from dream-cities
Nestled inside the house
Winter chill, freeze-agony
Red lights glow from
Street-corner temples
Listen to the wind
It never lies
(Photo by Brianna Santellan on Unsplash)
That’s awesome, Nick.
<3
David
Thank you, David 🙂 Good to see you on Twitter! My job has been so busy I haven’t had much time for creative pursuits. Twitter is my “procrastination machine” lol