Small wings
aflutter worlds away,
opening doors, concealed
from view.
Midnight currents
carry dreams afar,
amassing strength, unobserved
by time.
Full clouds
cloak chaos within,
consuming hearts, exposed
from desire.
Morning lights
ignite hope undying,
eclipsing loneliness, surrendered
to eternity.

© 2012, David L. Harkins

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David Harkins

It’s A Process features the personal essays, fiction, and poetry of David Harkins, who endeavors to make sense of the chaos around him through the thoughtful telling of stories in what he hopes to be an engaging and sometimes humorous manner. Don’t count too much on the latter, though.

Except where noted, the photos used on this site are © David L. Harkins.

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