I wrote this on a board walk buried in sand today
in a wind storm lol
I love cold wind....and the ocean....
just need to fight that impulse to walk into the cold water lol




Wings Of Words
(for Icarus)

I grant you wings of words
and pull from you the thorns
of sarrow

This pain that eats,
consumes your soul
leaving me so little flesh
to fashion wings for you,
and so it is my words must do
to fly your heart to better climbs.

Seek not the sinking dread
of death for which you thirst.
Starve such impulse!
And feed on lust dear Icarus.