Dreaming of a thousand worlds,
Worlds better than this one.
So with my words,
I bring just a bit of those worlds home,
For you to see.
Category: Poetry
It’s Blood
The lake is ablaze,
And you stand there,
Asking…
“What was the fuel?”
But deep down,
You have to know…
You have to know…
It’s blood.
Stars in the Sky
Stars in the sky,
Moments of time,
Frozen in place,
Suspended in darkness,
Swimming in the sea of potential.
Story About Life
Let me tell you a story,
And it is,
about,
life.
It’s amazing how,
Such small things build,
what,
We are.
You can dream,
You can breath,
You can,
Be who you truly are.
So,
Trust,
Me.
Let’s keep on building,
And become something great.
I dream,
Of what we can achieve,
What we can make.
Face to faith,
And believe,
What it truly means.
The Echoing Mists
The foggy woods,
The echoing mists,
A place where dreams,
Go to die,
And their spirits,
Raised again,
As the ghosts that haunt,
This place.
Now nothing more,
Then a song on the wind,
Or a poem on the lips,
Of an exhausted Poet,
Who will forget the words,
When morning light,
Chases the fog away.
Social Distancing
Odd,
Space,
Keeping distance,
Needed for,
Health,
And safety.
So strange.
The Star I followed…
The star I followed into deepest night,
The star that I followed through the darkness.
Has changed from its glorious light,
Into the slightest of sparkles.
It’s meaning changed,
But I did not,
It’s truth has changed,
But I’m blind to see,
Meaning beyond what I followed.
Into dankness swallowed.
