Travelling Light Quotes

“2016 – Magic dust, Rainbow, Twitch, Midsummer, The wish, The hitch-hiker, The smell of sour, Her, Trip and We are. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior permission in writing of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published.”
― Vickie Johnstone, Travelling Light

“there’s a twist in the passage that eels a malevolent darkness screams”
― Vickie Johnstone, Travelling Light

“We step inside mirrors Lemon petals pave the way I sleep in stages, sleep sublime Walking pages never read again”
― Vickie Johnstone, Travelling Light

“Rain (from”
― Vickie Johnstone, Travelling Light

“Painted canvases I visit Now I’m not chained To any one place Travelling free as a bird I measure my life in two suitcases.”
― Vickie Johnstone, Travelling Light

“Staring back Staring far So many signs For so many places Unseen   Lives”
― Vickie Johnstone, Travelling Light

“the ones she forgot were left behind they hide now like ghosts in the leaves rustling they leap upon the breeze echoes of the past haunting mirrors   the”
― Vickie Johnstone, Travelling Light

“She lives among the dragons, stars and unicorns The”
― Vickie Johnstone, Travelling Light

“I find this day Stands in the way Of finding you Beneath the blue”
― Vickie Johnstone, Travelling Light

“Open roads Pale blue skies await Distant tracks They beckon me Bumping along old roads   Staring”
― Vickie Johnstone, Travelling Light

“Shine   She makes music In the silence Feels it shine In the still Wakes the muse In the night Wanders free The pseudonym.”
― Vickie Johnstone, Travelling Light

“She slides between these walls one foot, two feet, a hand and two this is the space in which she lives breathes, empties all that she is   she knows, where the eye seeks to spy through circles drilled into the walls the hidden, they watch, scratching idly starving for love, the thing she lost   the ones she forgot were left behind they hide now like ghosts in the leaves rustling they leap upon the breeze echoes of the past haunting mirrors   the scribe knows, he laughs sometimes knowing all the things he does it only makes him fail, too self-absorbed to comprehend what she really is   the ghosts they circle inside these walls pushing their fingers through the paper seeking to caress the curls of her hair twisting, she knows they linger   inside, watching where the beetle runs trailing all his miniscule unlived lives between the pages of a book unseen she lived it, breathed it, all that ripples   thus she dances here alone, casting rainbow dust upon the bleakest grey the steel that rusts in crusts of red rosebud offerings to the elements   laughter so raw covers an ache so deep like a monster it yearns to spring inside, where the waiting ends inside, where the spiral grows   there’s a twist in the passage that eels a malevolent darkness screams opening the chasm that yawns awake stealing tomorrow for its own sake   it twists, but nothing can touch her, lost as she is in the echoes of her past”
― Vickie Johnstone, Travelling Light

“Hope   The optimistic side of me Likes to dream That rainbows follow rain There’s a little girl I used to know Fair-haired and wide-eyed Imagining elves and giants Ghosts and goblins Chasing the wind unseen Her whole life unlived - Does she still wander freely In her dreams?”
― Vickie Johnstone, Travelling Light