To Mingle With Shooting Stars

To Mingle With Shooting Stars These tired bones ache and the futile tears fall undetected, unrelenting, like soft rain on a summer day. The wind stills in deference to a radiant light rising up, drawing closer, closer as I crawl to the precipice. I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap inContinue reading “To Mingle With Shooting Stars”