It is more clear than ever that most cannot understand my sometimes, those veilgliding moments on betweens — this river of mine of many dreams that flows within. Come to rest within the hollows and eddies spinning and turning with me and you might see how I see. And then, you may ask yourself…
In a flurry of down and feather I came to rest. There she is, the I that was. There he is, the I that will. Onyx eyes wander the memory wastelands, sipping at an oasis of color; a little here, a little there. I am so many. And they all want to talk, some just more silent in their speech than others.
If only one person understood the sometimes… But the thin places are only rarely found.
Dark eyes haunting the wrinkled silver of dust-etched mirrors, they are the ghosts that trail behind like scarlet ribbons on mountain winds as the snow drifts over age-worn cairns.
11 responses to “Reflection”
Excellent. But I’m going to have to spend more time contemplating this sometimes.
Don’t trip 🙂
Haha!!
Your imagery is stunning, Michael. Those “scarlet ribbons on mountain winds” stayed with me. And yes, sometimes we are many, aren’t we? Not fractured, but expanded, each one holding a piece of the whole. I am going to have to think about this one 🧡
Thank you very much, Mae.
There are times I feel like so many, I wonder if I can put the right me with the right place. As you say, it is all part of the whole. It can get downright confusing at times, sometimes. 🙂
I’d love to hear your thoughts if you discover something you feel up to sharing.
First thoughts Michael..“This feels like a journey through the thin spaces where past and future selves meet. Haunting, beautiful, and deeply relatable for anyone who’s ever felt in-between worlds.”
Thank you. I believe we are on the same page. Glad I was able to capture some of that. 💙
You’re very welcome Michael. Your post run deep and need a lot of pondering🧡
So grateful that you share these sometimes, friend. Deep bow.
Thank you for sharing these sometimes with me. 🙂
: )