Low sun bleeds pale gold, Spilling across the unwashed sky Bleaching everything it touches, Leaching life and colour. Bare trees fade to cry, Weak and feeble rays Diffuse and ineffective. Tired, worn world waits. Time Stands Still. Suspended between past and future, Fear and hope, Evil and good, Darkness and light. In this moment poisedContinue reading “Winter Solstice”
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A Life Worth Living
We find ourselves the other side of words, Where time stands still and all else seems to cease Except the painful sounds of grief are heard Then slowly fade away to gentle peace, A peace that can remember how to laugh At memories of happy days gone by; A peace that leads us down aContinue reading “A Life Worth Living”
The Sea
A stained-glass window Refracting myriad panes of Azure, cobalt, turquoise. Hushed voices whisper through shingle, The rise and fall of ancient invocation, The repeated murmurs of penitent prayer. Rocks eroded and shaped By relentless waves, capricious storms Carving a memorial stone. Primordial incense of death, Rotting and renewing, cloying and cleansing, Breath of life.
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