The time has come,
for the Leviathan…
Outside there will be silence.
Inside there will be peace.
The man strode
as the lion strides
an indigo sunrise
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cold moon
cold light of the moon
shines down upon me
frost bit grass
lies under my feet
I feel the winter wind
but do not hide from it
let it pass over
to remind me of her face
Symmetry
sunrise
sunset
symmetry
the colour change
subtle like your eyes
reflect each day passing
Life and Death
life and death
complete each other
within one’s mind
let your soul find peace
so that you may
inherit the earth
and drink the stars
Blackbird in the Brambles
what is that I could hear
in the hedgerow
but hiding from me was
a blackbird in the brambles
thinking back on it now
seem silly she’d be following me
but at that time
it was just her and me
Echo of Eternity
the past erodes the present
my thoughts run deep
I see now;
where it all began.
in that moment of clarity
I wait for her,
each time
we both fall in love
my soul is painted
like the skies,
I see no reason
to change that.
Calling on the Pharaohs
they watch from above
and guard from below,
who here among us
they already know.
our past and present
the future not yet written,
lines drawn in sand
and on papyrus paper.
as we search
we dig deeper,
to find a treasure
buried within ourselves.
