Creativity can be all consuming to me. It is a surrender, a communion that trusts in transformation.
by Angela Josephine
Twilight sparkles deep and wide
Expanding with the silent bang
The smack of lips at end of ‘be’
Creator savors light’s bouquet
My spirit drawn upon the wake
And soaring with percussive wave
To reach the very dregs of space
To lick the rim and salty trace
I catch that remnant on my tounge
To melt as host to songs unsung
And thus was evening swallowed whole
To nurture morning in my soul.