Just Beyond the TreesFrom the starless heavens, Come her whispered pleas, To find her lover's heart, Hidden in the leaves.Just Beyond the Trees
A voice that gives him hope, His tears begin to freeze, As frozen mist descends, Upon this wintry breeze.
Over rotten limbs, Sailing earthen seas, He marches at his pleasure, Upon his wounded knees.
In trying to remember, He can only grieve, His eyes frozen shut, Feeling through his dreams.
Arms stretching outward, Wrapped around with ease, Face flush against her skin, And lost in memories.
On this Windless NightSilent nights and rolling dreams, Fallen away in unconscious mutiny, Each night in search of restless endeavor, Seeding peace within this arid garden, Drowning this moment and memory, The hourglass erodes.On this Windless Night
Clarity and cherished contentment, Now buried in the sand, The mortar chips away, Weathered by uncertainty, And fissures born of stagnant heat, Feed the wingless birds.
Lifeless, empty husks that stand, Waiting on the winds again.
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Nothing lasts forever, so live it up
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'Time / drunk and damp, / everything burning, / everything wet, / everything fine.' (Charles Bukowski)
I loved it.
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"Our very lives depend on the ethics of strangers, and most of us are always strangers to other people." - Bill Moyers
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'Time / drunk and damp, / everything burning, / everything wet, / everything fine.' (Charles Bukowski)
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"I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. I take the words. I scatter them ... in time, and space. A message to lead myself here." ~Rose Tyler
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