Friday, 17 February 2017

For the love of it...

I was reminded today
by a good friend as to why
I write -- or at least --
why I desire to be a scribe
there's extreme vulnerability
in the allowance of a negative
presence -- neglected passion
reinforces an insecure heart
that requires immense

In turn to seek an infinite
truth that becomes a human
marker of time -- seasons
are indeed more than four
-- as there are viable
moments within those
times in our lives
that do not seem
easily solidified
but must remain
fluid in order
to feel