Why Must time move so quickly As the days we once knew so well Become but memories Which in turn are made to be A sediment of sentiment Into which the roots of our blooming days are set Forgotten now for what they were Rather consumed and made new Though all the while, traces linger. … Continue reading Though All the While, Traces Linger
Month: August 2018
While the Static Hums
Sun in the window Clouds drift slowly in between While the static hums
Soil
Strike. Fall. Rain on hollow oak. Moss grows quietly on the hillside. Drawing moisture from the cool air. The smell of decaying leaves fills nostrils. I sit on the ancient stone precipice, Staring out into the abyss, Watching the stars move slowly across the dark sky.
If Only for a Moment
Have you listened to the crickets in the nighttime How their delicate notes blend as if emitted from a single body I wish for once we could be as they are Unified if only for a moment If only for a song Have you watched the grass blow softly in the meadow How every blade … Continue reading If Only for a Moment
A Canvas for my Dreams
I don't know how to say what I want to say Alone with my thoughts again today And I am losing hope Wondering if it will always be this way I have fallen At times Deep into the caverns of my mind And what worries me most Isn't the rapidity or depth with which I … Continue reading A Canvas for my Dreams
There Will Be Times When
There will be times when Though you think all day The thought you seek will not come There will be times Though you close your eyes so tight Sleep will remain just out of reach There will be times Though you try as hard as you can It will not be enough But there will … Continue reading There Will Be Times When
An Empty Sort of Calm
There is An empty sort of calm That comes on days such as this An awareness That transcends expectations While at the very same time Reaffirming each of them One by one As we age We learn to be alone To hold our own All the while still clinging To that primal urge To be … Continue reading An Empty Sort of Calm
On a Cool, Misty Morning
On a cool, misty morning In the early Autumn I can feel the crisp air rushing against my cheek As the world slowly rises around me From its bed of the night before To a day filled with the voices of so many Eager to begin Eager to know what it means to be alive … Continue reading On a Cool, Misty Morning
You Are So Much More
Some run from what they fear Seeking solace in that which is undefined to them They curl Like pages from a nearby flame Growing darker from the heat nonetheless Others live in such a way That they avoid all perceived threats Distant from the battlefield Hearing only of the horrors In passing tales But fear … Continue reading You Are So Much More
On Nights Such as This
On nights such as this You can see the stars Shining down Unobstructed From such distant spaces Breaking through to be perceived Despite the ever-present city lights And at times like this I cannot help but feel As an ant Insignificant Crawling meaninglessly Through the obscurity of daily life But then I remember That even … Continue reading On Nights Such as This
