Now that a new day's sun has come at last Now that the shining dawn has come And then passed Tell me Has your strength returned Or do you feel the same As you did The night before?
Month: November 2018
Perhaps When the Morning Comes at Last
I do not have the strength Tonight Perhaps when the morning comes at last
In the Passing Hours of the Night
Some days I do not want to write I feel I have nothing to say Which must be recorded Nothing to share I seek silence Not a silence born of defeat Nor of melancholy Rather I am aware That the experiences of the day And the memories I have made Are sufficient Captured in the … Continue reading In the Passing Hours of the Night
Falling Into Place
The daylight ends The moon is high The clouds hang low In a starless sky But in the silence of the shivering pines The pieces are falling into place And the path unfolds Before open eyes
Scatter
Ashes scatter Then fall Evenly dispersed As so many flakes of falling snow On the otherwise barren soil Leaving behind The remains Of a memory
One in the Same
I do not fear Death For I do not believe such a state exists At least not as we are led to imagine it And end or a beginning A great light or a great darkness All concepts well-intentioned But still rooted in this In life After all Are not ends and beginnings Darkness and … Continue reading One in the Same
Believe
Believe In something In anything I believe That there is nothing on Earth Stronger than the power Of believe Believe In yourself Even when others do not Even when it isn't easy When you feel like giving up I believe In you In your ability To overcome Whatever challenges may arise Believe In those who … Continue reading Believe
Always
Fade in… Fade out… Each day A bit further From the one which came before Each moon reflecting That much less Of the sun from which it's glow is gained Now the night Once distinct in the solitude it held Bleeds out through the thin rays of morning Hiding deep within the rolling grey For … Continue reading Always
Beyond the Veil
How we wonder What lies in wait On the other side Beyond the veil So much of our time Preoccupied Driven Towards understanding But at what cost? Are all doors meant to be opened Or are there some which exist Solely for the purpose Of hiding What exists behind them? What wonder will remain When … Continue reading Beyond the Veil
The Path We Prior Trod
It seems so long ago The night sky glowed above on cloudless nights Absorbed with fascination by wide and hopeful eyes Each and every star filled With purpose With wonder A line in a story which unfolded Time and time again Renewed once more at the setting of the sun But it would seem The … Continue reading The Path We Prior Trod
