Random Thoughts Asplintering

trying hard only gets you stuck more!

a silver sphere, glowing

within

without,

the cold

the world

wet clammy hands

reaching to touch the stars --- can’t we just stretch a little further?

glass shards, tips touching our tattered toes

tree limbs falling on our heads, no way out

the dawn rises anew

cool gleaming mist, beams of light scatter through the darkness

greyish motes dance, suspended, faeries from the nether region -

come to sing us a song, or haunt us in our sleep?

whispered voices speak to us in our sleep,

be it the wind

or simply

the fading voices of those we would rather soon forget?