visions

Some distance away,
a girl will sit and

Type.

Writing...

Thoughts that pass
on through
this busy mind of hers.

Evolution.

Inside,
far inside
pandoras box
longs to be opened.
But where is the key?
The heart asks
for pleasure first.

Alice, where did you hide that key?

Heavy eyes droop,
A body is pulled to the bed,
low lights creating
the space
for night time's slumber.
Into the cradle of stars and nebulae
this spirit/soul
will travel;

A silver gossamer thread...

Reminding

of this world

here
and
now.