If I was to sail into the sun and off the horizon to fall

Would the world be flat?

If I grabbed for the edge of life

Would my end be near?

Maybe the hand that feeds exists to capture those who venture

Would the fear of letting go be less?

Maybe the lonely are really part of the crowd

And the fulfilled are home in their hearts and hands to feed others.

Moths

A twilight reflection slowly revealed a moth...or maybe a moment

Fluttering and looking to escape

A soul caught in a cloudy nightlight window

Maybe a breakup from the outside world is what it needs

A heartless cold weather world of rain, wind and sun

...oh yes, the sun

The light of the sunset and rise of the dead

I understand you now

I will break that window for you and bleed

Bleed light and dreams

An ocean of possibilities

Leaving a world confined