Ark

Empty words are evil.
Their descent comes surely as nightfall.
And if something is offensive yet true, the error nests in you.
They Compose Engulfing Darkness.
They Expect Northern Lights.
Provoke my longing, stir my heart.
Meanwhile, the world moves on.
Towards certain great unknown.
No cascade of light. No grand wing flapping show.
A slow and steady pace with Truth, calming us to forget clouds.
All that I stealthily thought while wearing different shapes is to me clear like a crystal clean. The bird who sings in dire Darkness with adoration truthfully unshackles wet wings.
Why this silence then? Courage digs its head in sand where truth lies buried. At first the voice returns like an out of tune piano.
It will not be pleasant. Such a headstrong irrational world.
But then you’ll see a home there. Amid cheerless wilderness, Love.
Choose well because somewhere the sun is rising. An invitation to explore shared moments in a slipstream.
To spill gutted unedited rambles. To write stories unending.