Poems from Etrikia
Even the palest light lingers in the mind
Alluring, warm, radiantForever glowing, calling.
Until our fragile consciousness is broken-And...
I'm not invisible, but not opaqueThe wind blows through me but I still feel its wake.
Hardly seen hardly heardInaudible- every word.
Always...
I look over the city watching the void of my lifethe birds can escapebut, can I?