Chiaroscuro

Poetry talks to me in the indigo stillness of a warm summer night. Chasing word games in my mind, under a sky full of stars…who walk me..firing the glow in my eyes…timeless…ageless Fireflies glimmer Across the turnstile.. Scent of incense Like the soul of the night,a jeweled zephyr trails the quietude.. Argent misted, transcending dark..embellishing […]

Chiaroscuro