In the lush grey graveyard of my mind You stood Like some sort of Great Egret in Mental asylum White nurturing a newly conceived Promise hopeful, vulnerable, loving even The “I will save you types” living in artistic minimal scandinavian architecture Clean lines against light wood Filtered sunlight through crystal glass to thaw chilling bones and mend wanting spirits None of the mystery saucy stains on walls The malted burn spots on lumpy mattresses Dust balls clinging to the ceiling like month old popcorn And the feeling of unease Prevailing Throughout l o n g hallways… Just y e t Poised there, my savior on blood red moon watching as my seeing sockets r e l e a s e pieces of amber pain there... you sit floating gleefully preening my inky obsidian feathers As if something precious lay in between Golden Metamorphosis Turned Great White Egret
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 