…And into the West you sailed, You boarded that great sailing ship, A ship that has no need of water to float, Nor winds to billow and blow, The mast stands unshaken by time and use, Unbent and un-wavered, but into the mists, Beyond the dark veil you sailed. As the ship slips between the…
Rain drops on my roof, Tears on my face, Not because the rain Makes me sad, But reminds me of Times past we listened Together. Rain falling, wind blowing, Gentle thunder, a deep rumble In the distance both comforting And filled with melancholia, Which wraps around you In an empty embrace. Teardrops on my roof…
For a split second you were here and alive again, For that split second, I could call you, I could talk with you, tell you good morning, to have a good day, and I love you. Just for a split second, and then it all came crashing Down on me, and in a split second…
I’m here without you and I can’t understand why. The Why’s that make up my days and nights. The Why’s that invade my thoughts and envisage. The Why’s of my nightmares and of my daydreams. I’m here without you and can’t understand why. Why did our story end so soon? Why did your heart stop…
`What is grief? but the Tower that once stood tall and whole, That now implodes beginning to crumble and fall The very foundation split asunder, no longer able to Support what has been built with love and care. What is grief? but the shattered dreams dreamt Once upon a time that in taking shape from…
When you turn the corner and see the moon hanging High in the bright cloudless sky, Her reflected light which competes, With the far reach of the Sun, And Gossamer though she may appear, Her countenance defiantly shines. OR When you look to the sky on a clear cold night, And you see your breath-mist…
The line recedes just out of reach Always moving away into the distance Seemingly just out of arms length No matter how long we pursue. The offing stretches out as far as can Be seen, where at the edge of the world Monsters lie in wait and warn the Wayward of their impending doom. As…
Into the morning she rises from mourning to night from the East to the West, endogenous aglow with refracted light. She slips beyond the imaginary line to reappear bright and cheery, whether it is felt or shown or worn, whether or not she has a choice. Chained to her task spinning and spun in reverse,…
She often wondered about traditions what they were and who they were for. Were they for the living, or in memory of the dead? To which did they honor? What were their origins and how important are they really? There are the traditions that are passed down to us by our family, our ancestors and…
Those who came before And have passed beyond the veil Whose time has come and gone Leaving their mark upon our brow Some with broken hearts – a grief we all must bear Some just a memory – too distant now to share. They, our Ancestors, for better or for worse Their life and times…