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

A dance on ice
Where light and darkness merge
Takes all her strength
But she glides with ease
In frozen fire

Poetry calls to the heart
Which fires the soul
A deep passion
A kaleidoscope of words
That flows through time

A wandering man
Barefoot on the earth
Old guitar in hand
Singing sweet songs
Of love and life
Can make you laugh or cry
A free spirit to my eyes

In quiet sorrow he knows
Tears fall like liquid gold
A true alchemist
Forged from a beautiful soul