A gray wet plume
rising

from the bottom of  black
cast iron

blowing off steam

releasing pent up
and strong emotions

and yet
we are still called human

as we continue to be such
marvelous machines

Whit Howland © 2020

What’s hidden behind
The winds
silent kiss

Lies a
Sacred jewel

A perfect stranger
Swaying in the
Romance of the
Nights silky mist

Opened my eyes
To awake within my dreams
Where I walk the line
Between chaos and peace

I look to the sky
To sigh in relief
At the sweet somber scene

Almost too intoxicating
One deep breath
Fills my fantasy's
With hues of gray, gold,
And green

The entrancing sky's

The soul behind your beautiful eyes

And my favorite color
To catch me by surprise

To you who are
Truly divine
I beseech thee
To never seek thy shrine

For these vein’s
Carry tainted waters
Through a dying temple
Hastily poisoned by time

Perhaps appealing
On the outside
But malevolent shadows
And corrupted followers
Lurk within unwinding
A fate I wish would align