Silver Sight
in
Black and White
Copyright Mark Schutter ©2016

Copyright Mark Schutter ©2016
You find yourself in the lower level of an old ship. A calendar on the wall says 1682….
my fears, my doubts, my unbelief, my lack, my ingratitude, my failures, my blindness, my hurts, my needs,…
believing the whispered lies as hearts spiral down ~ the sweet poison ~ penalties for sins repeated ~…

A revised poem, rewritten from the original in 2014. You can view that poem, No Colors Here on…
There is a freedom when the tires are rolling over dirt and the only sound you hear is…
A bright fiery yellow tail and mane billow in the wind from this black beauty, sending dancing shadows…