23052023 Wilde Bones

And I rolled down the street in the heat

I rolled over stones

With crashing bones

I gave up my lighter

I gave up my horns

I am a fighter, I lay down in thorns

I swam through the sea

The waves are loving friends

carrying me, letting me be

I am down by my pens, sometimes in defense of the frail and the lense

Till I Walk on grass

Beyond the mass

on Lillies, tulips and carnations

Far beyond any of my illustrations

Imaginations and faith as destination

And everything felt perfectly attached to me

Longing to be free