By Brenda Mox

Into the flare of twilight
where color is a field of possibilities,
she disappears into the circle
of breathing clouds to find refuge
in another realm where magic happens.

Beyond a circle of the familiar,
her path meanders according to whim.
Each direction a world of uncertain futures
unwound through time and space.

High on possibilities rife with paradox,
her spirit attuned to the ancestor realm
and found a healing place.

From such an age of metamorphosis,
reachable only by standing
In the light of memory,
a giant waking consciousness
overcomes her thoughts in waves.

At the sound of eerie echoes
traveling across time,
she loses herself in the colors
of possibilities within the
memory of her hands in
the fires of creativity.

Brenda Mox is a poet, visual artist and great grandmother from Virginia.   Her work has been published in Wingless Dreamer, Bewildering Stories, Down in the Dirt,  Ariel Chart,  Edge of Humanity,  Academy of Heart and Mind journals,  Eber Wein and Eastern Sea Bard Anthologies. 

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