In My Head

To walk on waters
Of the music I see
Dripping like raindrops
From a maestro’s coat.
They permeate and recreate
Everything they touch.

To taste the colors
In the flowers that float
In these rivers of dreams
That guide my mind.
They sweeten and spice
Every vision that kisses me.

To ride this raft,
Quixotic and wild
Like white water rapids
Plunging into space.
Forever to feel life
Lurching in my stomach.

© Brandewulf 2018

19 comments

        1. I was looking at your site fir the first time (please don’t hate me for being so late to the wonder of it) and I saw this:

          “It howls with the wolves with whom it wants to be”

          Feel free to come howl ANY time you feel the need!!!

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    1. Thank you, so ever-freaking much, Walt. I thought you would not only understand but would feel them. It can be scary in our heads, sometimes, but we don’t really have a choice except to go there, do we?

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