Ravenous Beauty

she walks in the skies
with the air her fate

floats, drifts, soars,
dances with the wind

her spirt, soft like the clouds
her eyes pierce threw mountians
leaving behind traces of ravenous beauty

she fly's
her wings
touch the heavens

she glides
and moves like a tide
in her chest lies the moon

deconstructing sandor

on manotuiln at a pow wow...

It is amazing , our capacity to feel things and to move past them,
i said a prayer for a passed on friend today on the train ride home.
Are two comma's allowed in one sentence?
Pain in my neck is dulled, ever so pleasantly. Chipping away at the
creative block of ice between my brain and the page.
Like making a sculpture.
The words on a page
reflecting thoughts in a mirror made of hope.
I have been visualizing lately , on my way to sleep.
The things i want to achieve, in my waking hours.
Conversations i wish i would have had with people.
So that they knew the effect they had on me.
The inspiration and the kindness.
A message inside a paper aeroplane flowing threw the air.
Disintegrates in the storm.
And rains on the land
messages from within
passes on and on.