The rains of eyes have left a stream;
the thoughts of morn upset the mist
I’ve lost my footsteps in the mud;
have searched the skies and found but void;
believes and truths have overturned
The bark of dog proclaims new light;
a virgin breeze affects the ridge;
a noble drop commends the seed;
small hopes pervade the rays of dawn
I choke until I breathe again
You breathe, therefore you exist … 🙂
🙂 yes, sometimes with more, sometimes with less enthusiasm…
Of course. 🙂
I am visiting on one of my ‘spurts!’ I am enjoying taking in your visions and thoughts, too! Misty fog in the picture, then your words leading to rays of sun and some hopeful thoughts. Then, you feel choked, it came full circle. I think your title is excellent for this post!
Thank you so much, you read with care, thank you for that!
Your poetry is ethereal, Eva. I love the way you turn words into a work of art.
Thank you Jeff! Never thought of it this Way 🙂
~Blessings of Inspiration~ This Day ~ Every Day ~
Thank you so much!