Like seas leave their souls in shellsand whisper to men, before being turned by treacherous time to sandsdo lovers' souls live on past the knellof death, of decay, of destruction for all time, through the world's expanse ©
Image from Pinterest Walk barefoot, there's warmth in the woods,just as the wee hours set softly in, dark bluebefore the alabaster Dawn stretches herselfand the Moon hides himself 'neath her hues Walk barefoot, there are footsteps to guide youa river glistening in the hypnotic ivory glowsongs of mad drum beats, and lovers' sighssounds of rustling… Continue reading White fire
Bird of music, bird of light, How sweet your notes of respite, How blessed the hour, how blessed the morn, That you purge and sanctify with song... I hear your musical, poignant tune, Singing for the world whilst in your own, The note with secret wisdom to impart, To the early birds and desperate, young… Continue reading DAWN
The Home of the Soul
Listening to them preach - in the days of old - I followed what they said was the right path - until one day I couldn't ignore the wrong in all that I was told, and let the pull within my soul allow me to stray. For better or for worse, I chose the journey,… Continue reading The Home of the Soul
In a thousand lives I would recognise those eyes as yours and as mine
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