vindacating

of winter arrows,stars, natural perfume and whiteness

a place where an arrow can land looking for a goddess

in a place where lights are always on...maybe.the WILD erness

a target to go to
morphine, eyedrops, needles and a 1,000 ships of piracy
the seat leaves a scent wanted to be smelled to be treasured in thought

demarked and debarked

the trail that leads thoughts
the winds from the north blow lightly
to gain strength
is any arrow any good with out the feathers to guide it to?...its
where it got away
the way she flys..in another life

stormy white skyes...not always blue
in a para dox

i question
who is my mother, my bride or my mistress

maybe they all have the shadows, edges and doubts in themselves
but they are all dramaticlly kinetic and they all say
pick up a sno flake and look inside it

the smell ..the site.....aw....the smell of a dance

midnight in daylight..............its without a price