I dont care what you call me....

follow not in the altercations,
with the bickering for power
for there is a realm within,
where thy spirit shall wander
...ever truthful

nothing here of elsewhere

some days...
our silence will speak of many things
perhaps a sign not to listen to reason
but a flow of light from nowhere...
where shimmers of muteness fade,
and dies softly to the dark*

here in this room....

a silent reminder that,
autumn is in the air tonight...
let us not forget the sweet summer breeze
with flames waving upwards towards the speckled glow
it's in the milkyway my friend once told me
where we all convene in flight
without wings...