songs rising, the path becomes
a spiral intersecting
the surface of forgotten
dreams, the edge of the held breath
which abides in all places,
a luminescence engraved
on the far side of the light
A sevens poem (via Jane Dougherty) for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above. Once again, even as I am constrained by what images I find in my collage box, they manage to take me somewhere I would not have found on my own.
Also linked to OLN on dVerse, hosted by Lillian.