Perspective

Crumbling paradigms
Distorted perspective burst
Fallen monuments

Hallucinations
My vision shifts, slips.
Blurred waves in motion

I wandered alone
The impossible human
Seeking the divine

Scratching at the earth
Sleeping in the green-garden
The innocent world

Communing with God
No filters for my lenses
In the light of day

We talked and we danced
We drew pictures in the stars
As the mountains fell

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s