Our dreams
Beautiful one time
A pure hell the next
Never knowing what to expect
You head in and lay your head
Is your heart filled with unshed tears?
Or with silent laughter?
Our minds decide our fates
When, for only a minute, mind and body are apart
So, what about you?
Do mares plague you
Or are you surrounded by smiles?

I've seen a sunset shed rain
though blurry
beauty still escaped
through iridescence it fled
and as I turned away
a flood made of both liquid and light
drowned my perception of touch and sight

Only the dead, wrote Plato,
have seen the end of war

history repeats
same horrors as before

the ages rock n' roll
cosmic revolving door

all is vanity, says Qoheleth
yet we always yearn for more

                the making of many books
                     to the poets, I implore!

In the halo of a secluded summer's stone,
A hush,
A stillness under the shade of slumbering trees,

This was life, living and breathing,
Singing too,
Now, only the weeping silence,

A name etched upon a fading headstone,
Fingerprints and memories withered away,
Upon the summer's light it still glimmers,

Nature's tender embrace soothes broken stone,
Curling and wiping away the past,
Death shall never darken the songs of life.