Nov
23
Artist Deloris De Velde
My breath passes into caverns filled with fluid mixing life.
I am created every new day by the hands of peace and strife.
Through the silence I float, My flesh is dressed and left behind.
Secret energy moves me towards the mysteries of the blind.
I can hear Echos call me from a thick fog with bright black stars.
They bring me back through sleepy hollows to reach my avatar.
My soaring wings disappear as I enter the abyss.
To a beautifully made body for my soul to exist.