Thursday, May 04, 2006

The air is rare

"The fact,"
Van Gogh said,
"is that we
are painters
in real life
and the
important thing
is to breathe
as hard as ever
we can breathe..."


The air is rare

spirits shimmer
in the spaces
between the light

I inhale
through my soul

My fingertips
grasp at echoes

I see dreams

I hear promises
from the mouths
of barely known gods
and understand them

I feel a warm sun
beating in my chest

I see its light
fan from my hands
when I spread them
in front of my eyes
then splash it
across the giant dark

4 comments:

Day Dreamer said...

Stunning work! Impressive.

coyote said...

Nice of you to say so, 'dreamer. I have to say that I worry about that one wobbling along some snaky and ill-defined line between 'pretty-okay' and 'pretentious hooey'...

Day Dreamer said...

Pretentious hooey...
sofisticated realism...

we all see art differently.

as we should.

coyote said...

As we should, 'dreamer. As we should.