Tag: journey

Ghost, circa 1882.

Lucy 
 Where to, miss? 
 the air whispered
 the horses’ bells peeled by the winds
 jingling, the horses ready to leave
 I turned my neck a little
 to see if they were there—
 was I ready for a ride?
 —but the driver had already turned away
 leaving kicked-up dust
 of moon-smoke in his wake.

Glow.

Lucy

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.