Sometimes I am.
Sometimes I am suspended in time. Unable to stop staring ahead at what could be.
Sometimes I am a twisted warrior upon wooden horse entwined with emotion.
Sometimes I am wounded. A broken woman watching the east for the sun that never came.
Sometimes I am the shadow crying up to the heavens.
Sometimes I am knight hidden in the corner. Eyes a glow with fear and spear made sharp.
Sometimes I am crucified in the forest of thought.
Sometimes I am twin flame, calling out to lost lover.
Sometimes I am clinging branch longing for confirmation of my existence.
Sometimes I am a naked glow, harboring the mysteries.
Sometimes I am refugee, sleeping in my corner of light.
Sometimes I am dancing spirit with partner grace.
Sometimes I am union, passion, and joy.
Sometimes I am a jester pointing the way to laughter.
Sometimes I am constant searcher.
Sometimes I am beauty that sweeps across stage.
Sometimes I am electric.
Sometimes I stand together.
Sometimes I rise alone.
Sometimes I am.
~~~~~
Photos and words by Sam Craft. Trees on my walk.