Nothing is fixed; like stars that drift the sky by night as Earth journeys round in spite of Orion’s might. The Sun that sets ne’er regrets a day on which it shone; but all that’s grown is grateful for the heat and it’s rest. While Earth and heaven shift the flowers die, and stars implode. I shan’t look back with tears at love I had and left in change of years. All the light that shines from years away can sometimes find me, still.
sometimes silence is the verse; a cave of visions where still, the air surrenders to water and time seeping through rock as cuts that carve my heart.
a stream flowing inward, each drop knew sun but now reflect the bit of light it meets and carries life below. in cold and dark this fortress makes rest for weary mind.
I wasn’t always thus but you would never know. a soul is built from life eroded. come, guest of mine~ walk through what I have made.