Gossamer Whimsy

Once half-full or conversely vacant fearful of change yet admonishing stagnation the glass rests paradoxically empty silent as infinity or the space between these ears where nature in despising a void might seek to refill with understanding more substantial than gossamer wings and whimsy. SSMatthews 4/25/18

A Thief Saga Poem – Tower Entrapment

Morning’s eye watches yon tower of church, setting warm rays on her high window perch. Imprisoned by prayers and secrets well kept, she stares through the noon-day with many tears wept. A fantasy eve of mid-summer, restrained, to languish within, to stark halls constrained. Fire-haired princess of youth captivate, dreaming of saviors which come not … Continue reading A Thief Saga Poem – Tower Entrapment