Sky so bright.
Moon so full.
Old metal carcass doesn't run anymore.
But that's okay,
I need no wheels.
Not when I have wings.
Blue light bleeds from me.
Lighting the desolate space of my existence.
Try to escape, to leave it behind.
It's like trying to obliterate the past.
While it dwells in you, feeds you.
It is my companion, always within reach.
It is the instrument of death,
or the instrument of salvation.
It is crucial to survival.
It will cause my destruction.
But it is mine.
The art is from the amazing Dan Dos Santos. You can see more of his work here. You might see some familiar book covers.
1st Picture ~ It's Up to Charlie Hardin by Dean Ing
2nd Picture ~ Trailer Park Fae by Lilith Saintcrow
3rd Picture ~ The Questing Road by Lyn McConchie
The poems are my humble attempts at capturing what the art said to me. I thank you for your indulgence.