Vibrations

We do our best to live our very best life, but mayhaps our best life is the afterlife, and mayhaps that was the mystery grasped by the world long ago.

Ever On the Wing

And there it goes, my flight of fancy Off into the wind, ascending well above my reach It acts like a dream, only in reverse Though I've never considered myself sibylline My back side held fast to my seat As I imagine the clouds above this opaque ceiling Shifting shapes in tantalizing transmogrification It is in... Continue Reading →

Heart of Gold

A heart made of gold is a heavy thing to bear But of naught else would I have mine crafted Wood decays and burns, at all else would tear Stones unrefined are but elder hearts drafted   Diamonds won't break, neither can they be reshaped Stars glow conflagrant and never could be tamed Of the precious metals, many... Continue Reading →

Heaven Must Have a Sea

I cast myself into the sea So to give into my heart's Call Cold and gasping, I cease to be Yet in that moment, have it all   If I live, ne'er forget to breathe Breathe in, this life's memorial I shan't taste another so sweet Not love's kiss, passion conflagral   I hear the... Continue Reading →

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