Category: Poetry

it is always there

though not always within vision

of course

for only sparkling minds

see the sparkles in their skies

but sparkling once alight

and tools within our grasp

and all other elements

being right

without brokenness

or shadows

without question-marks

or slow-downs

and in shameless consort

we say: glow

and glow it does at our command

and from our fingers rise

roaming scents of pure fragrance

made tangible

and true.