Outsider

Long fingers climb the red wall of my room,
Eyes seek to pierce the red confines of my existence,
through the unopened beaten door
is You.
.imagined wanderings at.
.wanderings at imagined.
.imagined at wanderings.
Lingered in the shade,
Lived the soft dark shade
earnestly,
pleasantly,
drifting the cool sea shining,
Calling
the plaintive cry
to the
line of palms. Lite air puffs - sea
like dreams.

Reviews

[MCS]

I like how these words flow

[Rene Velez]

well done, great images Jason.