Sneek peek of works in progress and lots more to come
I’ve grown tired of these fickle feelings. These lights I see that seem so bright from the distance dim so greatly as I approach.
Some want things,some want condolences to give or it take.
Some want to stand close to the fire.
But all get burned
There’s only been one to step fully in that light, but that fire has diminished to coals and burning ember tossed in the yard left to die.
There’s always lights in the distances it just seems my eyes and heart have grown week enough to not care . Bruised and beaten from trying to hard. Jaded and sharp from trying to play a game I’ve forgotten years ago.
I’ve grown tired and the Stars have grown dim.
Once I cared to much now these pains and cancers of this earth are slowly jading me taking little bits each time like birds of prey coming to pick the carcass clean. I yearn for the comfort of your hand on my back as I rest, the sound of your heart against mine, these are all dreams gone floating in the distance past. Just memories of dreams lost or ruined by time.
The end of morning words.
“A life in progress.”
I’ll walk this path along if I must but I will leave scorched earth behind to remind all that to give up on hope and love is to give up on life itself.
A lonely heart yearns for what it has not.
But a calm place to rest the head and heart.
A space that let’s the soul sing and the knights fire come alive.
Tis but a place in books and the memory of men that this hollow heart once remembers.
Given such days of love and want.
Gone with each passing moment does a dying man find comfort in small word of black and white.
It rained again and I thought of you alone in the mirror wondering how and why..
How and why has this loathsome ache replaced the beating heart.
Has not love filled it’s chambers a thousand times for a thousand years.
I give you love not written in paper nor sung in song but eternal in the knights sky for he and me are I