As time goes by, I return to the places it can't, Where life was a facet, Of many, And which still exist there, On these pathways, To places in denial, Of a future imperfect, Trapped in scenes that change, Yet to me, the same, For as I look back once again, I find that… Continue reading Pathways
From a young age I'd heard, That death walks amongst us, Yet is never seen As the eyes of those who pass, Must always be closed. As I grew older, I learned; Beauty is in the eye of beholder, For with our waking lives We must witness life, In order to find it. Yet as… Continue reading Mortalis
Between day and night, Where life and death approach, Is a realm within the twilight, That suspends all but the perfect, Amidst a purple light, Which is both warm and cold, Knowing equal pain, and delight, For what can begin, Must also end.
At the end, all is bound, In golden light, For to love death Is to admire life, As both are the same, Which through perfection Must be, United.
The rain returns To serenade me, As I sit amidst a drought, Of life, Whose roots dig desperately To the past, Wherein the scent of perfect days Is returned from desiccation, By simple droplets; Each a looking glass, Into avenues I long to walk again.