The falling night it is a beauteous sight, a beauteous sight, as the moon and the stars in the heavens alight, yes, it is a wondrous sight, for as the stars and the heavens alight, and the curtain of black is drawn, in such a spectacular way, and of its magic and its glory, how…
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The end of line
The end of the line, killing time. Separated by a couple of feet, and with a slight paranoia in the mind. COVID-19, separation anxiety, am I separated as much as I should be from humanity? And what a thing it is this separation anxiety, what a thing not to be able to see your friends,…
The door
The door, it stands there, but where does it go? Because in its blue it is what it is, but there are no visitors, and it is just a door frame, in front of the mountains amidst the snow, and if you hide a mountain, behind the door, it will always be there, waiting to…
The disappeared
I awoke with the sunlight upon the lawn. I awoke with a clear head to find that you had gone. I awoke and I looked, and I looked but you were not there, for you had shuffled off your mortal coil before the dawn, before the dawn, and yes, of course, of course, I was…
The day is
The day is, of its indecisive ways, no matter how much I plan, and not enough is accomplished, but the day it does not give a damn, and the night it is a delight, but the day it wearies me, and it rubs me up the wrong way, and does far too frequently not go…
The darkness
The darkness has come, and the stars are shining bright, as the mist hangs above the ground, and the time, it nears midnight and so, it is an eerie sight, an unearthly delight, as we walk through the fields, with a torch in hand trying to find the way, and oh, how haunting it is,…
The darkness of the soul
The darkness of the soul, oh, how often there is little else, yes, yes when you live in a world so cold, so, cold that whenever you try to drag yourself up, from the blackness it enters you like the devil, and oh, how you wish it would go, the darkness of the soul, the…
The clouds
The clouds, they gather on the horizon, a recalcitrant lot, and they bother the sun, and it bothers them a lot, and it is an unhappy marriage, but both allow humans to live, for from the elements that nurtured the Earth, where life grew up, and from up where it was brought, in an eternal…
The climate of our times
The climate of our times it breeds fear of the mind, for life is controlled and cajoled, and we suffer anxiety, and frustrations of the mind in the climate of our times, and they pervade every part of our being, and we struggle to cope, for modern society enslaves us in such complexities, and the…
The clearest skies
Valentine’s day, the clearest skies, the clearest mind, the bluest sky, the fluffiest of clouds, counting down the time, counting down the time, with a strong breeze blowing the leaves, blowing the leaves across the street from the park, blowing the leaves across the street in the dark, and with us dressed in winter coat…
