poem – brian sostrom

Dark

Shout into dark, deepen the word.

Both have found new homes. Thankful to keep sales going even as I scramble to get work together for a couple of exhibits.

From wind to dust. More inspiration from Lake Pend Oreille.

Long summer days and the slow fade to night.

Apology is the word for you. Moments gone to time and dust. Tongue still dry it whispers dark. Howling low it knows the tune.

Drawn to Dark, you antiflame. Vibrations will not stop, still it turns. Threaded and lost in the eddy of fear. My bleeding gums shine bright.

I love watching rain washing over the distance. The farther you see, the better perspective you have.

Only the sky above.

At times I see myself in thee.

Cycle

Night repeating as burned out day. Floating above dream’s breath. A loop then ride before the flames.