Redolent Quill

I suffer from high porosity, hence every once in a while when I am saturated and dripping, I need to find a pen or a brush .. to wring dry my soul and soak in more life.

Dreaming on … some day perhaps, I would write a poem that would open like an umbrella over desert waders or be a compass to sailors riding storms .. or may be a song cloud would rise from the canvas, float over to thirsty lands .. in any case, I would just dream on . :)