Walking through the throngs
23 April 2017
Twenty-three fools sit
In cornerstone of fires
Alit with your smile
Igniting landscapes
The blackbirds that the mind shapes
Irresolute skies
Feathers translucent
Picking up black emotion
Transforming its scent
Meeting of the Tides
A play of twelve nets forecast
Mesh Dragon Star rides
Walk with a fiddle
Tune into everlasting
Path to Home riddle
Mind never belongs
Heart a gateway in between
Walking through the throngs
Reading of the poem:
The Way Home – Sleep Dealer
Nebula – Sleep Dealer
Endless Route – Sleep Dealer