i am a million colors and one

i blow the wind of Dragon Fire:

luminescence surreal.

i fancy foreign fates in the snap of my wrist,

flicker fun forms in the twilight of my eyelash;


i reflect more possibilities than a mansion of mirrors,

i refract, contemplate unknown and

make invisible the plain surrender.


i cast wonder wander nets on the landscape of Journey,

Death perched high on left shoulder,

whispering painless joys:

i am simple only if you catch me…

but that is like grasping the moonlit sea at dawn:

a cyclical miracle




i belong to no one

and i give nothing,

take what is mine

and leave all behind




Goddess Warrior Create


…the endless laugh

that crashes jest

on your thirsty shores…


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