everywhere a tingling pocket temple
rock words paving
lines define
paths taken
under
the
shine thrown from a moon beam
mirrored in ink waters possible
and
the quartz city rising rising
lives scripted
outlined
except
one never can quite predict
the play
of
light
shadow
and
the sudden pull toward a new line
a forgotten curve
heart blue silver kissed lightening
ArT by Marta Pelrine-Bacon
http://wordsareart.wordpress.com/
