In the sky
as night passes
reflected dreams
swirling constellations
turn into bright colours
dying stars
we receive their light
upon the canvas above
In the sky
as night passes
reflected dreams
swirling constellations
turn into bright colours
dying stars
we receive their light
upon the canvas above
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
remember to see beyond the horizon
as both the sun and moon appear
so too, will you
There, right there,
infront of me;
a sudden dart
and a worm.
the catch, the prize:
for me, as though it was…
he flew away
to return again.
Barren hillsides
where I make my home
Open spaces
seldom view themselves
I live alone
where others go
i dare not venture
To be free
take your leave
Cherish life
may it be plentiful
as a mountain spring
Each word, a story untold.
Each truth, a lesson learned.
Each memory is awakened.
Each breath, the passion returns.
Each past, reclaimed.
Each stake, renamed.
Live in your dreams
and hear me calling
within your life
you see me changing
afterlife is an image
what is left behind
a chance for peace