Petals in the MoonlightShe's dancing underneath purple orchards, her eyes disappearing as she twirls in the air. The blades of grass bending to her every move she pirhouettes and nature begins to dare.Petals in the Moonlight
And like tinsil the stars swell and fall upon her carefully tread steps and dance. Clouds migrate away as the soft moonlight glides to her, soft bells sound a new cadence--
She halts, her eyes still dancing on, she giggles and asks me if I'd care to try? I smile, wrinkling my lips and stand up and join her under the orchard and sky.
And so I dance with my daughter, lift
Ode to a Fallen LeafWhen you think of the word autumn you more than likely imagine the brightly colored leaves in hapless trees of endless chagrin.Ode to a Fallen Leaf
The word itself is my favorite in the dictionary and in the recesses of my humble mind I admit. It is full of passion and prideful
regret.
It is why I love the colors however bright they be they are of the dead, decaying leaves of selfish and wanting trees.
But is this not how life goes on? The selfish create the circumstance
that allows the laws to build a life above Earth an' below our celestial &n
CastleI have built my castle, mortar and linen sheets upon the shifting sands that brand my feet. Is this paradise worth it for the short time, before the tide sweeps the shore and it away?Castle
I have built my castle, a castle upon the sand. I live in my world and tread upon my land. But who can I share this with when dawn turns dusk? Who can I share footprints on the sand with today?
I live in halls adorned with tapestries and banners, yet statues are stone and thus they have no manner. I can sit upon a throne laced with thread of gold but my bed will forever be empty, mys
PortraitYou see a man behind the portrait, engraved with stone and mortar on the wall. You see a man who once stood alone, who now stands before all.Portrait
You see the sadness etched along his eyes, you might be seeing things, because a canvas cannot cry. Everyone admires the resolution in his posture, only you seem to see the darkness in the skies.
So you seem to be the only one looking, when all others have moved on. You see a simple painting can be a facade, for the masquerade this man holds whilst he is gone.
that's it.
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"But I talk in the mirror
To the stranger that appears.
Our conversations are circles
Always one sided, nothing is clear." - Bright Eyes
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"But I talk in the mirror
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Our conversations are circles
Always one sided, nothing is clear." - Bright Eyes
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Janeway-I can tell tell by the expression on your face that you have bad news.
Tuvok-There is no expression on my face.
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Janeway-I can tell tell by the expression on your face that you have bad news.
Tuvok-There is no expression on my face.
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