Lost sheep

On the seamless limit as far as any eye can see, where the land touches the sky and the sky flows into the sea: Grazes a distinctive sheep Stygian as the night, there are other sheep too but only one black in sight. Lone in the vista shifting away, it is soon lost just out…

A little taste of home

Home, a word that brings a smile to anyone’s face and warmth to anyone’s mind; home, that brings back memories so serene and untouched; home, that fills one’s eyes with tears of nostalgia; home, that reminds one of the comfort flavors they have grown with; home, that gives a perfect break from one’s routine… Life…

In the night sky…

He spills water from his vessel and washes away the past, he bears the water and what it may cast. A pair of fish slips past and a ram idles close, the swan swoops with the lyre and the twins dance on toes. A perfect hunting ground for the bright-starred hunter, facing the charging bull…

The weavers

Spools of threads hanging low, scattered away like anxious crows. Vivid and different away from all ties, seemingly unique but a garden variety for eyes. But there are eyes that see what no others can view, and they are with everyone but found by such few. The eyes that saw these threads away, just gaped…

The storm

DUSK: The river meets the sea freshwater meets salt, they flow into each other and the scene’s at halt. Mist hangs overhead the visibility’s low, I’m over water and I row, row, row. 10:00 am: The sun has now risen and perforated the fog, in this labyrinth of archipelagos I am but a frog. 11:00…