By James D. Casey IV Full eighteen hundred years This place Has its undertone As do my words A dark young pine In the middle of a cemetery He calls out Telling me to play on So I do Over the levee I find solitude A place of forgotten morning … Continue reading Ghost
Rhapsody of the Spirit
By James D. Casey IV Illumination of Soft blue light The runes all point northwest Mount the mustangs Head for the hills Nothing worth saving here Follow the dragonflies Floating along the narrow path Guiding the journey Deep into the mountain forest Mutiny on life itself Taking over the reins I … Continue reading Rhapsody of the Spirit
