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
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
A tear from a King
can turn a desert
into an oasis
rain in the garden
as it falls
the birds fly by
from nest to nest
each drop
a message from Heaven
we found our place
peace is to be reasoned
and grace shared
trees collect the water
their branches are heavy
the colours change
as does the sky
flowers are scattered
brightening the surroundings
may they always shape
our destiny
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 letter
to a lover
a note
left behind
something he will find
reminisce sweet perfume
a kiss or two
love is a notion
as deep as the ocean
rainbow in the sky
ever changing light
from one point to another
parting the clouds
following our dreams
destiny intertwined
passing moments
though they seem familiar
they are in fact unique
making memories
searching for something
that remains hidden
the meaning of life
the stars
in the night sky
constellations pass by
reflecting circles
of inner thoughts
they intermingle and transmit
off world signals
something we can’t find
lost in the void are we
trespassers on our destiny