A death comes sometimes without the warmth of grief 

–emotion detached rising to shut the door

with you alone

A melancholy

in spaces outside of tidy ones

where light blends with dark and a journey beyond can begin


photography courtesy of Beauty of Abandonment




img_5348.jpgThere is no imagination even

to find the journey

with lovers, dance and sacrament.

Evening shadows of vessels block the shore, the portals.

No tides, no swell. No circles of sun and moon.

Just flatland -well calculated, illustrated, dramatized and over spoken.

The daily grind , the inland

of forgotten life and being.



Image with gratitude via “Capturing The Imagination”