Night storm

Quick lobbed missiles

Over distant horizons.

And clouds like battle-torn mountains. 

An old war rages…

Light versus dark…


The Tree

I awoke with a stirring in my soul:
To delve beneath the surface of my skin,
To drink of the hidden fount of Ecstasy,
To Sprout again from The roots of my being.
My lips will be as the leaves
lapping up the Naked summer air.