Category: Prose

Click this link to read the entire poem I was just a barn owl, living comfortably in my barn, when I dreamed a dream of what was to come, and

I am the mist drifting throughout energies engulfed by rays of colour and light. The murmur that ripples across the sounds of whispers in the dark.The music that reaches across

Searing lines lace a valley’s rim.Mist forms and rolls across deep skies.Wind and hail rush the weathered treesand dips their bows aside. Motions swirl, pluck and playbringing to life, silence.Rays