

A Year AgoA Year Ago.A Year Ago
A year ago I never knew you. A year ago I had never seen your smile Heard your laugh Felt your touch. A year ago I had no idea How my life would change.
How I was so close to a feeling That would consume my entire being. How I was about to find something That would mean more to me than life, More than anything else this world could offer. That for the first time in my life I would know what true joy was,
A feeling beyond a fleeting happiness That fades as the moment passes. This was a completion. A powe


The Lonely PrisonerThe Lonely PrisonerThe Lonely Prisoner
I see such beauty all around But none of it is mine I am locked up and bound Staring at gems so fine
I only wish to have one Some diamond, ruby or gold I stretch but i can reach none They are not mine to hold
These gems fill my dreams And make me question why When I catch a new gems gleam Should I even bother to try.


Walk With MeWalk with MeWalk With Me
Take my hand and walk The path is dark Its long and Uncertain And Im as afraid as you are
Move with me Dance with me Let the trees feel the rush of our wind Let the darkness surround us Let the woods embrace us This is our road And only we can travel it
There are twists and turns Around the next bend may lay a sleeping bear Or a forest spring We cannot know But we move as one
A look A smile
A step And a turn
We hear the music Though nothing plays


A Known SeasonA Known SeasonA Known Season
As the shadows slip Across the ground And the twigs break beneath peoples feet All the fruits of summer Are turned to dust A labor of time which produced A plethora of beauty, Awing, all, around it, And filling
All the senses with a magnitude of power Known not by any degree or measure
As the sun shone brightly At great lengths
And the wind blew with an unfelt strength As though to keep cool All those encompassed by this radiant presence. Although now, All the squirrels have hidden All the bird
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If, for instance,
One sunny morning god disappeared and everyone went crazy,
I'd take a picture in rememberance.
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So am I robbing the cradle or are you robbing the grave?
you are a wonderful writer with a great gallery so I will return the favor
~Blue
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I cradle this body, my temple, and wait,
Whisper of better days,
And I still know so little.
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do you have a secret?
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I cradle this body, my temple, and wait,
Whisper of better days,
And I still know so little.
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do you have a secret?
Thanks for the
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"The term is over; the holidays have begun. The dream has ended; this is the morning."
- C.S. Lewis, The Last Battle
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So am I robbing the cradle or are you robbing the grave?
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