The Heralding of Night

Nothing can stop it, darkness is coming.

Swallowing the sun like the reapers cloak.

Heralded not by fanfares or glory but by the cry of the owl and the fox. Peace descends as the diurnal creatures find their shelter.

The night hunters begin their prowl, shrouded by the night.

Dying hues are the promise of the light that it will come again and banish the night again.

While we can’t control the rise and fall, balance brings comfort to all.


© Simon Farnell 2020


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The Nightfall Dance

Dancing all around me like tiny ghosts of the night,

Standing and watching, listening, there’s nothing but silence,

Evan as you shoot past my ear I can’t tell that you even exist, playfully carrying on your twilight dance as if I don’t.

So close as if daring me to hear your call, your shadow, fleeting in the glow of the Moon.

That’s the only way I know you exist.

But maybe you don’t.

Maybe you’re just a figment , just for my entertainment.

I couldn’t catch you, so maybe you’re not really there.


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Carry me to my purpose

I feel like a ship at low tide.

Marooned. The wind my blow but it cannot take me.

So like thr ship I wait.

Wait for the water to carry me so the wind can push me. 

When this happens my only limits will be where the wind can take me and the water will carry me.

Only on that day, like the ship an i fulfill my purpose, only on that day can I be fulfilled. 

Simon 🙂

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Torrents of memories 

I stand absorbed by the falling water. Like moments in time they coomr and go so fast. Lost to the pool below, mixed together in an inseparable mix. 

Yet my pool of thoughts can be separated, in mixed from the rest to bring g back moments in a drop, feelings lost to be rediscovered. 

Soon I’m lost to every falling drop, memories crash over me in a crescendo and the moments lost in the torrent until I can feel them again. 

Simon ☺

Looking out across the void


I sit there, at the end of what has been. The void seems so large, the task ahead so big even from a far .

I will not look back, I have to look ahead and cross this void. I have to climb this mountain. 

I know what’s behind me,  I’ve just come from there. Only by going forward can I hope to find what I’m looking for. 

Whatever that might be… 

Simon 🙂

Wishing upon a shooting star

If I sit outside tonight and stare hard. Will a shooting star pass by and give me that bit of hope?

If I make a wish upon that star will it hear my cry in the dark? Will it know what to do and grant me hope for simple happiness, nothing complex, or mad or extravagant. Just a simple plea to life to stop it relentless charge and let me gather my strength with some time and happiness.

Ill ask it nicely, with a cherry on top if it likes. But will it know to hear and will it listen?

I guess I just have to seek and ask if it comes my way… then hope.

Si

On calm waters

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I close my eyes and dare to imagine

Letting the chaos of the day melt away

Imagining a boat on a sea far away

The cool and quiet of the setting sun and the wind so gentle filling our sails on reach.

The lapping water, the sails waving gently with creaking timbers the only disturbance.

Where is this life now, what point is the chaos without this to rest my weary soul?

Simon 🙂