Talent Donna Surles

I've always wanted to call a meeting of the royal order.

Everyone falls… As you glide up there Soaring around steeples --soaring flights of fancy— remember portals of the past how they hung in the air like doorways long denied shadowy enigmas are swept around my soul showing signs of memories immortalized among fires of old Supreme testing is on the Rise Over old coals and recent boulders Bearing cold blues Cosmic carnivals take place --take traces of my dreams— an ancient revelry ordered by the court a court of sparks left burning still yearning for heros hard to find. Cutting corners time and time again breaking basic barriers in my brain frantically I fly finding peace inside my soul soft and serene sinking slow I close the door from behind.