I see a light shine,
Glistening in the darkness,
Strange, it’s just a dream.
Tag: Strange
What am I writing for?
What am I writing for?
Why?
Every week I open my laptop,
And pound out a poem,
Or a chapter,
Or an article.
Or a meaning,
Bound up in these words,
Lost in translation,
Between my mind,
And this page.
And the eyes that read.,
Trying to glean,
Some meaning,
From my strange dreaming.
Beyond…
What do I need…
To live beyond…
This day…
A strange moment,
To attach to?
Days may pass,
Life may change,
But that strange moment…
Lives beyond….
Yellow Moon
Yellow Moon,
Yellow light,
Corruption,
Deception,
Illusion.
Fear,
Shadows,
Meaning,
Lost,
Feelings,
Under a Yellow Moon.
I; Believe
I, in truth, never thought it reasonable to believe;
In strange things or odd tails of yore.
Though I might have hoped that they were as they said;
Real and not made up.
But the fake and the freakish lives in us all.
And beyond the veil of our lives.
In the world of imagination.
And in the world of spirits where such things writhe.
The world is always more then it seems.
But less than the fantastic would have you believe.
So look beyond what your comfort perceives;
And find what it is you really believe.
Never Thought
I’ve heard of this place,
But I never thought,
I’d see these emerald fields,
Strange world,
Beyond thought.
Standing here,
But never lost.
Spirits fly by,
Dragons,
I can hear,
Saying something in the distance.
Emerald groves,
And things I don’t know,
Places to see,
Places to go.
Perhaps…
This world isn’t so different after all….
Earth Eternal
Change,
Lives forever,
Yet all things must end.
We,
Will end,
By our own hand now.
Who,
Who will,
See what lays beyond us.
Perhaps,
The Earth,
Knows what truths lay beyond.