Slowly being left behind
eroded in the sand
forgotten by time
like the fading Sun
the day has come
to leave these regrets
to the waiting darkness
Category: being
Movements in Time
there is a place
that remains grounded
to be reached
when it is found
in a distant land
remote island of time
were people celebrate life
as death is not the end
Thoughts 4
face to face with oneself
you see only the manifestation
Love is a paradox
Love is a paradox
when ones feelings
are not of your own
but a fabrication
of society
this reality
is a manifestation of being
a recreation of essence
a parting of the way
the substance of which
echoes through
beyond all borders
the paths which we follow
to find true love
Dreams of passion
dreams of passion
the soft light of day
thoughts fade away
calling out to you
are you still there
waiting for me
at night I pray
for a new beginning
where each day
is full of light
and we are together
every night
Thoughts 1
the mind ingrained
like a piece of wood
Satellite
I communicate with dust
across a wide spectrum
fluid is my motion
distilled memories
in tune with one another
branching out
into the unknown
we speak in riddles
twisted lies
from day to night
inside out
comes our trail of thought
and the answer lies within
our mind is like a satellite
Silhouette
sunrise
sunset
silhouette
I captured the light
I captured the light
fading from the day
and put it in a bottle
to light the way
peering through darkness
let the night take hold
safe knowing that
she is always with me
chasing the moon
chasing the moon
through falling skies
leaving shadows behind
the path of light
reflects visions of the self
as one contemplates
the eternal being
being apart of it all
relinquishing the self
through fading skies
of shattered light
shadows move unchecked
contemplating dreams
chasing the moon
The Golden Tears 