[WayzataJOHNN]

Another World Within

Barren Places

Mountain fastness, stark space,
cold as the blue moon,
or an unloving soul,
scarred by passing time and events,
like a broken heart,
an enigmatic emptiness,
an empty sea,
a silent night,
another world within,
filled with a chilling wind

[Soaring Feather]

I feel the heaviness of sleep, creeping
round the edges of wakefulness
pulling me toward the lush comfort of my chamber
while the goodness of a clear mind, ease the stairway
to the stars, good dreams and good karma
and the wonder of whose face I see tonight
in the gallery of stars, and the warm arms of sleep.


bentfeather (c) 04.28.06