What It Is to Rise and Fall

It is said We are born of the soil No more than dust made flesh Destined as such to return someday Scattered as it were To every corner of the turning Earth If this is so I should hope we may one day know What it is to rise and fall To move with the … Continue reading What It Is to Rise and Fall →

There is a Stillness Now

Solitude Is at times Like a gust of fresh air An open space in which to breathe At others It is an asphyxiating absence A vacuum to be filled There is a stillness now A silence To permeate All the hours of the day And of the night And in the nascent chasm between It … Continue reading There is a Stillness Now →