DREAM WORKS
Dark moon
Ripples through
The world.
Strong winds
Along the coast,
Fires pushed fast.
The buried stir,
The sleek hoarders
Of wisdom, stir.
Next to nothing
Is the answer.
A satin edge,
A mighty stillness
Witholding breath,
Inner heat.
Abiding
In emptiness,
The dragons of formation.
simonhlilly 