You’ll know and understand when you see an gray ocean and call it beautiful. How the dreary fog somehow brings a peaceful slumber to a thin smile and bright blue grey eyes. That hidden amongst the clouded fog is a masked melting sun. You’ll know as the water is but a thin line looking like [...]
The water in the lake is cold, The streams no longer flow. Somewhere in the caves It’s dark, Somewhere an empty car Is parked. And here I am tired and confused, Living out long afternoons. Twilight is lying light, Just masking itself from night. How I long to wake with the moon, The morning can [...]
It has been awhile so thought I would write something quick as I am inspired. I have been trying to set goals…yeah me. And as you suspect it has been very lack luster. One such goal was writing a little bit every night. I have come to understand that I am complex collection of talents. [...]
There is night, And there is day, But what happens when light is night And night is day? Tweet
Cast a fire in your soul, That burns as bright as light. – Grow fiery wings for flight, Setting the stars ablaze with fiery night. – Feel the beating of the heart, Inside all that’s beauty’s right. And live within the bright sunlight. – It is yours today, And yours tomorrow, Your soul will burn [...]
We do not speak of travels, As neither of us have. We do not speak of life outside, For we are much too small to fly. All we share is our window sill, Yours as much as mine. There you sit and flutter, There I sit and wonder. But we do not talk about our [...]
Cold, where valley freezes. Falling out of tall dark cedars. Onto the crest of thin crust snow. Sleeping now with eyes wide closed. Freezes, now, it’s found a home. Cold steel trunk and silver bullet. Almost to the journey home. – A bird fell out of the cold blue sky, Peace, no longer more it [...]
Who are we? Men to be honed by the irons of fire? Or men to be birthed by the light of the sun!? Tweet
Float through the river, Float through the fog. Somewhere between waking and sleeping, Lost in the lapping sound. – Until the boat stills. – No wind for sails, No oars to row, Lost in the stillness of water, No longer as beautiful as it once was. – But it will come. – It will come. [...]
