Ancient Horizon

Dusk’s Beacon

Crimson Maze

I have lost my own heart –

with no map or compass to guide me

I am at the mercy of the world around me –

in the path I place my trust.

I flow with the wind

as it guides me into an unknown land

void of order and bias towards play

I dart towards the end

of this crimson stringed maze

seeking my heart.

All I find is a beating

red pole tied to others of its kind,

and that pulse like a hive of bees.

My soul tenses as I realize

the forest I am lost in

is the maze of my heart,

filled with the purpose

of play.

Burning Up

Wanderlust

This photo captivates the purple hues of the sunset along the shoreline of a small lake. It took place along the lake near a camping site while wildlife reached its loudest peak before settling to bed.