Jul 5
1 min read
On the Edge of a Storm
Black Knight.
Riding on the edge of a storm
Lightning held between his fingers
Images turn to smoke only to reform
Thunders on and never lingers.
In the background, a song intensifies a moment. Thoughts & Music are fusing, unchaining an emotion. There’s something inciting. The lips of words, kiss the inspiration. Everything’s playful. Is spontaneous. The tenderness’s there. The joy spread up Poetic Essences. © Claudia M.P.
