window to the soul...

- Bellows Blow -

The story was as so.

at twenty something a

delicate inquiry of intrigue

unknown.

astounded at the bend in the river

she dove

in deep visions

sun's gleam stilled ripples

oh carry her until she's woke.

it was all unknown, until it was so.

dreamers dream at thoughts

below rip tides bellows blow.

frosted waters the mistress skated

across dark veils of silk rainbows

emerging into gold

and it was so. 

and it was so.

and she broke to know things unknown.

from the depths the love will glow.

uncovering wishes like windows to the soul

weighed in feathers dipped in memories

of which life's mystery kindly bestowed.

why do bellows blow?

for flames ignite sparks as

come the rain's un-taming

this love

lays awake and must forgo.

A.Lord

art in the 6.

Post India passion has lead me to unveil poetry I have written in the past ten years as part of an art show of emerging artists in Toronto last week. It was an incredible night shared with beautiful people. So much on the horizon...