With the words that I speak I conjure the joys of our youth— now past Immortal on the condition of our delayed mortality Emblazoned in the collective memory of our twin souls— / As my sight goes soft at the edges, tinged gold Reality makes way— we advance into the void: A cabin of logs, on a lilypad of golden light Floats in the sea of the Ancestors, their august trunks Shed snowdowned twigs for the Hearth— / Stones picked from the hillside, stacked high— / The fire is gentle, we warm our hands And the light of the Ancestors spreads, makes shadows On the walls, dispels the night’s cold darkness There is warmth, and us, and home
you are the thousand facets of my soul you paint me with all the colors of love you are heart and pain you are hope and despair you are sweetness and passion you are the red of the fire that burns me you are the white of the light that reassures me you are the whole thing that wipes out my nothing
for yiou ... it's always for you, as you're my diamond in the rough
My regrets and sorrows slumber in snow at the idea of loving again. My soul wishes for the bridge to connects us so I may enter your dream palace unafraid. Just to catch the sight of you. My heart on my sleeve, my soul in the mist and something echoes in my mind, the idea of love.
A concept so beautiful that it can transcend a lifetime as well as destroy a nation. My soul will sleep in sorrow's snow till the day I will rise again tall and strong When the need to shed my tears has gone I live for tomorrow and tomorrow's tomorrow Until you sit by in to feel the hearth inside my heart.
Feeling rather melancholy compared to earlier. My nerves seem to grow raw with each passing day this month, no idea why. Anyway, this is the last poem for the night. Got a big day ahead tomorrow!