a vagrancy of soul

I want to rebirth once more

accepting the missed chance,

changing my choices, clothes,

forbidden stance.

Risking @ suspicious adventures, 

put the shoulder to the wheel,

leaving a habitual hearthstone

for wild, strange & dangerous deal.

And if I survive that challenge -

to write a wayfaring book on

an experience of not pretending,

the joy of soul-vagabond.

the world you are

skills scaled in the sky

worthy to hang

on rusty twig 

nothing

to grow but

by intent of 

art, 

experience of beauty

curiosity drives

walking alone

in the forest

seclusion prevails

expected power

no consolation

double sworded

a heart bleed…

memories of love

as single sparks

drifting in a 

water of sorrow

a new love 

knocking

in a hollow house

the good vibes

tied by green promises

no expectations

 the shell grows

small to express

the longing to

own the world

you are

overwhelmed

overwhelmed thoughts 

falling apart 

we’re walking 

thru debris and tears

on the stilts

making our way

needles and pins

blindfolded

within our beliefs

moon crowning

having our back

whispering:

never enough...

spread whisper

tarot cards spread whisper…

how we dance under the moon

children like

wetheral wisp

pleasure for parents

attempted to reach

the best expectations

forgetting themselves

whose now

desire fulfilled

postponed in life

of cups and jeans

by the seashore

sitting 

sandcastles 

builders

rubbing the vessel of

dreams

magicians, witches, shamans…

bringing the whole

tribe 

within 

in a ceremony of life