birds calling to each other
during the day
different sounds made
from light to dark
each moment shared
a conversation of the world
as earth is placed within it’s own time
the morning like the evening
listening to their calls
knowing all would be something
than nothing at all
in the harsh light of day
as the sea reflects
its thoughts lay upon us
each breaking wave
onto the shore
speaks of longing
of finding moments to share
when we have lost someone
but not forgotten them
may their memories never fade
I saw a flock of sparrows
as they passed over my garden
they formed a shape an arrow
as if to point the way
bringing about a commotion
they traveled above
stirring up chaos
reminding the over birds
that we who journey in the skies
have but one purpose
for each and everyone of us
to follow them as they fly by
the time has come
to search for the truth
in an unjust land
leaving behind only doubt
taking the essentials
preparing for the coming onslaught
peace shall be found
when war has been raged
and the landscape ravaged
those that resist enslaved
have now found their freedom
in the one chosen to liberate them
discover something new
old things leave behind a mark
to trace a pattern
do your research
dig and search
for something to find
story left behind
rainy days
lead to contemplation
of past times
reminiscing distant dreams
of our lives
that have been spent
but renew again
we are sometimes left in wonder
of times long ago
which become our past
a score is settled
and those debts paid
and our dues
brought about a replacement
of what has been rendered
in streams I swim
through dreams I communicate
adorned am I
by golden idols
breath deeply
and you can feel it
a difference of sound
he embarks on an adventure
with a surprise, the price of coin
monsters to defeat
the day of reckoning
with Roach by his side
and the bard playing the lute
witches call him:
invading his dreams
of destiny foretold
and although it may seem
that their are few, who love him
a message is written here
right below his name
The Witcher
The Golden Tears 