Sun rises, Laos


All I’m getting are these glimpses

of nothingness that I once breathed

and danced in like a wild horse
swept up on a summer breeze,
left out to dry
like a leaf floats on high
above caged fire light,
as a red moon grows lower
to the jagged rock horizon,
stillness is spreading thick
like golden honey
over our meadow.
I’ll cry out
without words
to something
without knowing its name,
I am in love with something
that is outside of this

River Boatmen, Cambodia


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    Falco said,

    What a lovely caption to the second picture!

  2. 4

    Falco said,

    What a lovely caption for the second image!

  3. 6

    Blood-Ink-Diary said,

    Leroy, first, i must thank you for visiting my blogzine, through which I have (happily) discovered yours!
    What a breath-taking poem and photos — am stunned! May you keep inspiring us to higher plateaus, dear Leroy! keep in touch. Cheers.

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