It drives me to the coast of Rhome
It grants me passage to the peaks.
It yearns to harness nightly waves.
But, there in sleep, defenseless, I dream.
Then, realizing, I breathe and then turn away.
Awake, I rise from the warmth of the eve and rise to tangle in worlds unknown,
Traversing to corners and cultures new.
In woods and paths unknown, I unravel wounded threads,
Pass and intrude. In a gentle sweeping and uncovering, it’s trapped.
Hidden, trapped, desiring release.
I rest, waiting. Sometimes it comes.
I rest, waiting. Sometimes it flees.
Seeking. It can’t always be hidden.
I Write 