If presence persistith.
The essence of blood
On the page will flow.
And life will spill forth,
And from the cliff’s edge
Will frothing on the rocks below be
To close to touch.
To far to soar.
If presence persistith the essence of blood on the page will mean life spills forth…waves crashing again and again distant in memory and near in the night.
©DANIEL MORTON 2009
