Magic Moments-morning thoughts

The Internet

 

This is a dangerous place to be

 

Thoughts and ideas swirl, overwhelm.

Too much intellectual input without order

Raw emotion writes unfinished poetry

Hungry hearts beat out their lives in space

Entangled in the web of empty fulfillment


While the orb weaver sits gorged on lost souls

Hours devoured before the blue-green screen

Fingers stumble on the keys searching for connection

When all that is needed is the touch, the real touch

Of your hand warm against mine

 And a soft kiss to brush my hair.

 

Early morning hours drive me

 To the center of the web

by holly hall

your Angel in the dust