Those areas of meaning which are bare
They are always beautiful to me, those areas of meaning which are bare... they are places where my soul can rest and watch and marvel at the present as it dances into being. I sit on an old stone wall sipping something cold, and I am glad for the night for the sounds, for the sights for these eyes, which allow me to peer into darkness witnessing beauty spring to life. and for this poem which I've birthed into the light Sign in to see full entry.