a clear moon
distant lands
are longing for rest
night is approaching
i feel a pain in my heart
and cry tears of sake
Category: heart
Poem 4
a bridge too far
it’s cost too high
defending an Idea
that does not align with their own
wounding the heart
are the words spoken
their true intentions
known to a select few
though the grass may seem green
on the other side
the music that is being played
is not the one I want to hear
united by one goal
from white to black
the stars are gone
what was once great
shall bleed red again
Sentiments
the ink has dried
words begin to fade
as paper crumbles
but the sentiments remain
etched into my heart
Little Church – Porziuncola, Assisi, Italy
In this church
may you find peace
and return to your true nature
the spiritual awakening
brings joy to the heart
understanding the self
feeling of freedom
a dream to withhold
Echoes of Life 