Karmic Days – Poetry

Karmic days are upon me skirting always the edges of my restless mind.Haunting me, like storm-filled skies, carried onsultry winds whirling from out of the East. Karmic days await me, showing future promise of mysteries unknown.Beckoning me on, teasing me with hints ofImmortality, of infinite mind. Karmic nights find me restless, watching the eclipsed full…