photo
It was almost sleeping
when the dreams spoke to me
in the evening clouds
their language of shadow
I would understand them by early morning, sometimes,
and islands floated, in the distance,
like points of light
photo
It was almost sleeping
when the dreams spoke to me
in the evening clouds
their language of shadow
I would understand them by early morning, sometimes,
and islands floated, in the distance,
like points of light
The dreams’ language of shadow is a fine image speaking well to the photo
Thank you Derrick