Strange it Seems
Strange it Seems
Jordan Sleed
Strange it seems
To be carried in dreams
Whispers whose feelings we hold
Instead of the rain
The scent that remains
As the clouds part from gray to gold
In these hues Iām carried
On this ever-patient ferry
Till I see the Whisperer face to face
Jordan Sleed
Poet & Podcaster
Photography by Aaron Owens
Ekstasis Magazine