until we meet again

something of dragons and gifts

is whispering from a distance

an idea unformed but rolling

in transformation

a time lapse cloud front

hurtling across the screen

behind the weatherman

bright lines of connection appear and disappear

stripes of lightning only

the morning dew illuminated on a spider web

exclaimed over on the front veranda that morning

the crisp linen

the deep lawn

plays as this weeks feature for free

at the black and white video memory library

where all the films you can check out

are of you in other times

tell me how

the cobblestone was familiar underfoot

and that you know how to walk in the forest lightly

the sounds of water bring you peace

the color orange electrifies the senses

and makes the mouth water

there were holes in lace curtains looking out on dark bricked visions

the creak of the wooden stair with the black painted railing

while the tavern and it's trophies

sways like ships sailing the ocean from above on the landing

that the dolphins might know

and they're not alone

that connections are possible in mysterious heady ways

that we must take gentle care with

these electrical charges can do something positive

and negative to the inner battery

I feel wings and my upper arm twinges like a wound is

occurring in a parallel reality

an arrow shot while I fly transformed

and here's to the storm

and the dragon

and a certain understanding of scales

our religions only prophesize the singular

path of consciousness, hence, revelations

what serves the distant eye?

the far seers are the blind men walking

countrysides with belted long blue gowns

in some foggy Orient

trapped on a silkscreen

the depth of all increasing, my friend

scoff at sacred journey monikers, as you will

but don't say I didnt warn you

the pulling down breath while making roots and

exhaling branches of good intent

as ever

until we meet again