Chimera, heal this sere soul

Nike keeps a silent vigil;

phantasm of memory,

dances just beyond my reach.

Adumbral arms of Morpheus,

enfold me in cloak of night;

Chimera, heal this sere soul.

Fluid-like Reflection

window to window,

through the looking glass,

a fluid like reflection of 

mystery.

Besought

Besought by unspoken word,

I follow.

Just A Tiny Bit

It's all connected.

When do the ripples stop?

Perhaps never.

(a portion of a larger digital piece)

Asia . . .

follows me everywhere