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?