Footprints

Long ago dream, perhaps a spatial vision, I stood before this door. No footprints in or out, the destiny never traveled—my reprieve from a muted void.   Repetitions of myself…

Mesmeric

Siren’s melody                                 conjures a         half moon                     gale.    Mesmeric                                 chants lure         my soul,                      awakened at   daybreak on                                 pretersensual         shores.                                          …