Northern_Lights_2017

5 The first lines wave their scattered forms to bring forth the imaginative unseen fictional fire. Let us now leap forth and explore this state of becoming to engage ourselves in an exercise of ultimate freedom. Off with a bold step! A leap towards an unraveling of the spirit, a ceremonial stride, a clearing over, under, above, and beyond eons of circular space. Lines, like wings written into the setting sun, hover above the future constellations of distant horizons and signal with phosphorescent winds their structureless ever-present state of becoming. Let us begin and dive from the safety board splashing into the distance of perpetual aquamarine blue waves stretched beyond sight that fill the deep and penetrating chasms of the soul. Unconventional forms spew forth from the caverns of a deep centered knowledge and shout from the hollowed depths of an animated soul scanning with hovering eyes beyond the longest horizon. Ah, there’s no escape now, just an acceptance of the eternal enchantment in all things unfinished. Unfinished Lines Nathan Abraham Bring me back to summer nights Those warm delights By fire’s lights Bring me back to crunching leaves Reading ‘neath the eaves Wearing sweaters and sleeves Bring me back to a memory At the symphony Only you and me Bring me back to days of old Bedtime stories told A life yet to unfold Bring Me Back Kayla Sproles