Today
I will
write
paint, read and make marks
in space
empty of purpose.
Tonight
I may
Sleep
In trust
A soul
Is given another wake.
Painting by Rogier van der Weyden [Public domain], 'Saint Luke drawing the Virgin', c. 1435 in Public Domain.
“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Riding horses is just nuts and bolts, you know if the rider is nuts, the horse bolts. it's true. He knew I loved horses from the start....