I watched myself in the reflection of ashes,
a silhouette of everything I thought I was.
The person I used to be
naive, trusting, eager to give
smiled back,
a ghost of a life I no longer recognize.
I thought I was unbreakable,
but their words were hammers,
their silences were chisels,
......
Beneath the quilt of starlit thread,
Across the skies where comets bled,
I drifted far beyond the blue,
To speak with all the universe knew.
I sat upon a silver ring,
Where Saturn’s whispers softly sing,
And cried aloud to endless night:
"Is there love for me in this life?"
......
The heart of coldest glacier melts
into streams of vivid awareness,
cascading hundreds then thousands
but destined to meet the ocean
that is you.
Gentle push of quiet inspiration,
brutal pull of cacophonous experience.
Times peace pervades for moments—
all reminiscent of dejavu.
......
The heart of coldest glacier melts
into streams of vivid awareness,
cascading hundreds then thousands
but destined to meet the ocean
that is you.
Gentle push of quiet inspiration,
brutal pull of cacophonous experience.
Times peace pervades for moments—
all reminiscent of dejavu.
......
I watched myself in the reflection of ashes,
a silhouette of everything I thought I was.
The person I used to be
naive, trusting, eager to give
smiled back,
a ghost of a life I no longer recognize.
I thought I was unbreakable,
but their words were hammers,
their silences were chisels,
......
Beneath the quilt of starlit thread,
Across the skies where comets bled,
I drifted far beyond the blue,
To speak with all the universe knew.
I sat upon a silver ring,
Where Saturn’s whispers softly sing,
And cried aloud to endless night:
"Is there love for me in this life?"
......