A Bath in the Dark

Always at night The inspiration comes Thoughts like bubbles in a full tub Form and fill with hope and life Growing bigger, motivating But they come one after another Without delay crowding the surface Then burst as they are surrounded By endless new ones Until the water drains. 


Winds of Change

Soft winds of change wash over her Whistling, Calming, Unemcumbering, Pushing, Embracing. Over the edge they blow her, Becoming a howl as she falls Into the unknown.