Steel are the lines trapped in the faces once lost
Seldom seen or heard but felt stolen in a cost
As is the tree, always bound to the dirt
So is the soul, to the feelings it has hurt

One can run from the soul’s inner reflections
Yet the soul lacks being whole to this direction
For light sees truths where dark may simply not
Neither forces recruitment as each soul’s battle is fought

Difficult to see the victor when the war rages on
One may never see until the light is almost gone
Yet the darkness can never **** brightness in light
Because one without the other is to never have the fight

I guess it has to rain
For flowers to grow.
I guess the more you are insane,
more of yourself you'll know.

I guess we must know how to cry
To recall happiness when it's gone.
I guess our love had to die,
So that my heart can live on.

Never
ever stop
wondering
how much
love
you could
*give.

The great Moon rises
a phoenix ascends from ash
a cold heart ignites.



-by Mercurychyld
Copyright 8 Aug. 14

November calls to me
in moaning wind rattling doors and shutters
bending gnarled weather scarred oaks


November calls to me
in blue gray mists
swathing forest and morning meadows
endowing them in aura of mystery


November calls to me
in icy drizzle
flooding like tears
filling me with hopeless despair


November calls to me
in dry rustle of dying leaves
echoing voices from yesterday