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 …

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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 …

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 …

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. …

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 …

Enough rain to drown a frog

I know I love the rain, but this is silly They say one can have too much of a good thing I'm soaked to the core and feel cold I know I like the rain, but seriously enough is enough. Even a frog would need an umbrella Simon 🙂 No ownership claimed on image

On calm waters

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. …