If without purpose
one drifts through life
he/she encounters no-one
friends become enemies
all the worlds played out
in shadows over an empty grave
which reads:
life and death together
hold the key to eternity
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Category: deepthoughts
King’s Meadow
Leaves falling down
across the path
birds flying overhead
green is the grass
brown are the trees
squirrels climbing high
branches hanging low
crows in the air
then on the ground
windy weather all around
The Starved World
when I enlarge my thoughts
and see past the mundane
into the starved world
my spirit transforms
as I embody the past
the present dissolves
leaving only the future
to inhabit
Changing tides
changing tides
through the motions
the light leaves your eyes
only to return to me
we only dream of one another
crystal clear clarity
Flying stars
In the sky
as night passes
reflected dreams
swirling constellations
turn into bright colours
dying stars
we receive their light
upon the canvas above
Looking onward
When I look out towards the hills
I feel a sense of loss
Abandoned places in ruin
A pathway leads
Towards the mountain
Where I will not follow
Hidden Moon
Hidden moon
cloudy sky
watching the night go by
