Song of a Soul

The Soul sings in endless ways

   Some with the touch of a heart

bristles on a brush wet with color

   words written as if by another hand

      songs from music yet to be sung

or just a single flower

deep within an ancient forest

    of drifting thoughts…

Crystal Key

But to pluck the

  crystal key

     floating in a sea

            of distilled quintessential

     liquid consciousness

And in that moment

to unlock the door

within endless dreams…

Specters

Specters of the imagination,

scaffolding for the props

being built for

the next episode of reality.  

Paint them well

with Will

and intent…