Stepping

Moving into empty spaces
the cavity deepened
by weight given grace
hollowed thoughts poured like water
drop by drop
into the chasm.
Red skies delight the coming storm
of peace and solitude
of a morning born,
words spin in essence gathering steam
falling forward in paper form,
as eyes reach up to waking zone
fresh ideas swirl
like a summer breeze.
Friend of forever
the idle voice moves through
reaching in to the void,
like coming home to gaze at sweet eyes
happy to be back
once more.

Good morning friends, been busy with the book thing and work schedule heavier than anticipated, all is good and book sales going well. I’ve started a new novel and loving the process as I learn new tricks. Peace and blessings, Kim