When the night doth come, weary follows distantly.
Toiling farther from the dawn with each passing sunset, offers not the distraction so sought out by its woeful captor.
With worried mind and worried soul and yearning for slumber. Not for rest, but for release.
Relentless is the repeat of ruminating reasoning. Soul wrenching speculation scews sensibility, until slowly and sluggishly sle...
Monday 13th November 2017 12:48 am
Shades of grey paint happy faces on my thoughts
As the cool breeze sets my mind on chill
Flashes of light brightens the beyond
If only for a moment
And that moment sits and simmers for a lifetime
I’m at the most calm when there’s rain drops
When everything else slows down
And the dust in the air dissipates
Senses are charmed by those rain drops
Inhibitions lose thei...
Wednesday 6th July 2016 11:46 am
On a hot summers eve close to the twighlight,
the marble of crimson came rolling down past sight.
Misty clouds coating the ever changing sky.
birds whistle their last tune before slumber calls them.
Stars begin to light.
Soon it will be night.
Close to the twighlight.
Monday 17th August 2015 8:03 pm