"You write because you need to write, or because you hope someone will listen or because writing will mend something broken inside you or bring something back to life" - Joanne Harris.... "I write because it's the only open door where I let people in" - Me
The famous big ol' moon once said to me; Care not what bothers you, worries and hatred dust them away, cry not, times that leave you, leave them tears to the crow's mourners under a dead tree in veils of black and flowers.
water the Lilies.
daydream some more.
The other day was something else,
alive as we are now, but breathless
The next thing they'll ask is where do I go from here?
Suddenly the whispering wind sounds louder,
louder than exhaling its same form
It's not enough to just watch,
I wish I could catch it and keep it
to be my own alive-breathless
Unlike capturing the blank ceiling, dying
and live believing that sadistic definition of life
Let it be someone else,
whose befriended nights and excuses
It's seldom dark over here, only cloudy.
A smile that is brighter
Than the morning sunshine
When a heart is out looking
For its missing piece
Another soul has left its owner
To go on a journey
In search of another
A glimpse of heaven...
Just another step away
From the destination
But I'll be there
When the time is right.