The thought of growing old in this world concerns me. This life of constant judgment and turmoil is not my Utopia. We are left with the maddening ways of an untoward generation. Life’s finale grows in complication. I wish for a simple ending; to reach my destination on this inward journey. Continue reading Simple Finale
Stars beyond our reach; Dead roses on the pavement. Night is upon us. Continue reading Diminishing Light
Listening to the tides; Beneath the clear night sky as the fire dies. Dissipating imaginations rise but something stokes the flames and the fire burns hot again. Continue reading Campfire
It’s happening again; these wayward feelings seeking comfort in the night. Listening to the rain beckoning a return to dreams; expectations whispering in our ears. These long summer nights are coming to an end; the promise is a lie that we hoped to obtain. We said goodnight to hide the truth; we will never see each other again. Continue reading History
