Outside Temporal Confines, pastel by Nochipa, Feb. 2008
Bleeding rose in night sky
lights the way to safe haven
at the end of known things,
where time is windswept sands
washed out to sea before human prints
thread the shores.
A path without horizons
or points of origins leads past
the harbor where our family lies
as the theif of earth,
weighted by all he has stolen,
trips over the ropes of his own traps
then falls into the lake
whose flames never die.
to hell you say…
Hehehe…something like that.
Did you mean thread? I read this many times looking for your usual voice and familiar themes–found it somewhat toward the end. Loved the ending. Somewhat a bit haunting but evened out in the end with an ahh.