Lark in the Mystery

Transcend the boundaries
And split the lark.
All the skins
that you’ve shed
stand stark.

These times have slowed you;
Put a film
over your eyes.
Peeled back sharply;
An owl's cry.

Flood waters rush and
I get this forever feeling
That this will stay,
Manic Ego driven
ability superior.


The next moment,
I am gasping
for colors again
like a fish deep below.

Deep fish below.


Walking the shallows.
Inside me, whales.

Wetting the reed
after the music has played.

Gaining and losing
Sight of touch.



© 23-May-2012 Sonja J. Johnston