In the days of old, on an isolated icy mountain, far up the Northern belt of a place that now boasts only of ruins, of debris, of poetry - of the essence of a great love that once existed; a great battle, that once was fought; and the low, pining rustling of the suspicious, secluded,… Continue reading The Wind and the Tree
I played for long hours under the scorching Egyptian heat, with my friends, the children of the street… I had no mother, my father was my life; he gave me home and food, I was a strong lad, living a life both satisfactory and good. My friends envied me, for my father gave me more… Continue reading The Son of the Slave
There are millions you meet in your short stay, here in this mortal world - yet something in particular do you in them, find to love. It’s not beauty, not compassion, no not kindness either - it’s something else you love… Something there are no words to paint a picture with; something immeasurable in worth.… Continue reading SOMETHING ELSE
Respite, that and that alone is what now I crave, to escape and fly, unnoticed, invisible, before I reach my grave. I have for too, too long now, sung this, my serenade, to the Ideal World, unto which I shall take that leap of faith. But wait, what if it doesn’t exist? It surely must,… Continue reading ALL THAT WE’VE LEFT BEHIND
Why do you hide your hopes and dreams, your darkest sins, your memories, O Vulnerable One? Why won't you let down your walls, show who you are and bare your all, O Vulnerable One? Why do you fear heartbreak and abandonment, veil your truth in layers of raiment, O Vulnerable One? Don't you know that… Continue reading O Vulnerable One
