– January 29, 2012-
First I see those portals into oblivion;
They tantalize and draw me in.
Surrounded with curved blades of dark raven hue,
Showing shadows more than true.
Onto ridges over graves of times and love gone,
When evening was the new dawn.
And that deliberate Cimmerian shadow,
Defining bone that speaks hello.
Articulation made with defined, supple wine,
Able to endear so divine.
And center and superior to all the rest,