Sunrays Like Rivers, a poetic wish

There is a wood with no beginning. Glad am I, to see it spread above me now, canopy thinning. I wish that I may find the end. I could rise like birds from ashes, or carried by twisting winds. I would melt into the ether, finally living out my end. If desire and desperation could reality impart, I would ride sunrays like rivers, freedom lightening … Continue reading Sunrays Like Rivers, a poetic wish