Pilgebump’s Weblog

A tale of green and purple
of growth and decay
pulsing and turning in darkness
becoming all that is
transforming into dust
the heart’s yearnings
stormy movements of heaven and earth
touching all too briefly
a flash of light
a drop of water
and then a season of ice
we forget …

With hands most guided, seldom letting go

seldom with abandon to the other

We rarely visited

that place in-between where there is neither me nor you

where some other light shines through

and bathes us in its glow

That is where it wanted us to go.