Musings

March 16, 2019

And so it begins, stories that unfold with each passing moment.

So it starts, conversations that only time bore witness.

Ends are beginnings, illusions brought about by stories yet to be told.

Woe to Babylon’s unfinished citadels, reaching the heavens naught.

Soliloquy’s deception, journeys unfinished, unconquered.

At the crossroads that fate has brought, directions shifting in the wind.

Long last the flame that burned alive, unfazed by the stormy air.

Finally I bade goodbye, to love long gone like memories of sand castles by the beach.

Come back

Why do i beseech thee
When the tides don’t come
And stars fall despite prophecy
A world i chaos without thee?

Why should I beseech thee
When prophets hail the end,
An apocalypse with thy absence,
A lonely of utter longing?

I come to beseech thee,
As foundations come tumbling
In my midst without thy presence,
A longing ever unprecedented.

Midnight Rants

When the darkness becomes too comfortable
The lack of vision is a future to behold.
The tunnel is lit with gloom like lanterns
Ghastly roads, destination molested.
Is tomorrow another rainy day?
Rainbows are all presumptuous signs.
Soliloquy from the pits of the unheard
Silence is a reprieve and a consequence.

Moonshine

When the moonlight is upon us
Blessing our moody, weary souls
The future is lit despite the uncertain
The darkness has a definite end.