Seeing Beyond Sight

Seeing Beyond Sight

As my eyes close, the search begins in that quiet country where sight no longer rules. There are things the eye refuses to confess—small presences it passes over without pause—yet they do not vanish when darkness settles upon the lids. They remain where they have...
The Choice

The Choice

Inside each man abides a ghost— and one I fear above the rest. It fashions plans and quiet schemes, casting its will in borrowed dreams. It bends toward pleasure, leans to desire, sets its heart on wealth and rising fire. It cloaks its hunger, soft and close, names...
Dawn

Dawn

At the edge of waking, before the day has fully taken its shape, there is a brief stillness in which the mind lies open. Light gathers quietly along the walls. The air rests, unclaimed. In that hour, thoughts do not yet press forward, but drift, half-formed, like...
Resolve

Resolve

The seasons of cold draw now toward their leaving, and with them comes a quiet ache—for something not lost, yet never begun. It lingers, this sense, and I find myself dwelling there more often than I care to admit, as one might remain standing in a doorway long after...
Weeping

Weeping

High above the clouds went the winds, unseen, crossing and turning, shouldering past one another, tugging and slipping away, never long at rest, yet never straying from the paths set for them. They worried at the high places, pressed against the cloudbanks, slipped...