J. Thomas Walker

This poem should be read as if it were a glass Vase dropped and shattered, each fragment can be looked at and examined but the whole must be imagined. Think of each line as a shard of that whole.

Dark eyes,
Rings in communion,
Stone in rose,
Luminous beings,
Pinpoints bleeding into the dark,
Pulses meeting,
Black sands falling into light?
Silken strands of time,
Reflection,
Balance,

Unknowns