Magestic eagles A mesmerising dance In the sky's above Drawn together They cling to each othet Twists and turns In haunting glides In perfect sync In fleeting feats of grace
Jagged peaks carve his path Like black onyx absorbing light An amber sun in muted gold A fading light Hidden dangers lie ahead In haunting echos Where shadows test He stills his mind A strength he finds
It's fascinating That I keep coming back here. When my heart breaks And the darkness seeps in, When there seems to be No one to talk to I come here And I talk to myself. I let strangers read the words That no one can hear. Even when they spill out of my mouth. I come back to connect With my true nature And to those, I dont even know their names. So...I think I'll always be here. So I can always be free.
Painting a scene Light violet and purple flowers in spring A hint of lavender mist Light blue sky's, a touch of serene Crisp white clouds A tint of white Each brushstroke a traquil peace