echoes

I  OFTEN  WONDER.  WHILE  NARY  A  SOUL  HAS  CAPTURED  SO  MUCH  AS  A FLEETING  GLIMPSE,  I  AM  CERTAIN  WHEREVER  DUSK  AND  AUTUMN  RAIN  ARE JOINED,  SO  TOO,  FALL  HIS  BITTER  TEARS!
AND  WHEN  UPON  A  LONELY  WIND  I  CROSS,  ITS  FORLORN  CRIES  WREATHING THE  AIR  STRANGELY  REMINISCE  HIS  OWN!
SOMEWHERE  BETWEEN  THE  LAST  OF  TWILIGHT  AND  SORROWFUL  ECHOES  OF YESTERDAY,  THAT  POOR  SOUL  WANDERS!;  I  ONLY  PRAY  THE  "EXQUISITE  PAIN" HAS  AT  LAST  TAKEN  PITY  AND NIGHTS  FINALLY  BRING  HIM  PEACE;
GODSPEED,  MY  FRIEND!                                                                                                                                                                                                      

Autumn

When September wistfully fades

It brings to mind the days

When those we loved so dear 

Were still close enough to hear

Unlike the faulty stars so far, 

But, lovely whispers in our ears 

HEART SONG

THE NEXT TIME YOU'RE HOLDING SOMEONE YOU LOVE; 
SOMEONE WHO HAS ALWAYS CARED FOR, PROTECTED AND CHERISHED YOU,
PRESS AN EAR CLOSE AND LISTEN CAREFULLY TO THE BEATING OF THIS PERSONS HEART,
A MORE PRECIOUS MELODY, COULD NEVER BE FOUND,
I PROMISE!

dreamers

Dreamers have always been the worlds truest conquerors; 
Kings and Queens striding confidently through twi-lit gardens sweet as Eden; 
whose ease and assurance of all things fantastical, seemingly affords the choice of how they'll end up piercing the veil!                                                 

Blessed, is the hour of sleep, 
The voice of dream sways on the breeze,                                                           
Our dear, sweet children, laid to rest, 
Moonlit eloquence chaste, upon slumbering breast,                 
And by rapturous dream, little souls make gleam, 
Breathing out love to stars unseen,                                                                     
Through majestic pathways, sleeping eyes shall weave, 
Yet, end up lost,                                             
Somewhere, in between

of ghosts and years;  

WHAT ARE GHOSTS, BUT DREAM-WINGED BEINGS? 
ASTRAL CLOUDS  WITHHOLDING MEMORY  
PURGED OF LIFE, AND FLESH, YET, REAL
THE PATHWAYS OF THEIR HEARTS CONCEAL; 
SUCH ANGUISH OF A LIFELONG RIDE, REFELECTED BY THE MOONLIT TIDE
HOLDING ON SUCH HOPES, BEYOND THE RAIN
HOW THEIR MEMORY WILL NOT BE LOST IN VAIN
THE SHAME OF THIS, AFTER CASCADES OF YEARS,
IS HOW THEY WERE NOT EMBRACED, WHILE STILL HERE

PERHAPS; PERHAPS, THE MOST TRAGIC OF ALL THINGS BENEATH THE SKIES OF ONES LIFETIME, IS NEVER GETTING THE CHANCE TO SAY GOODBYE; FOR, WHAT COMES AFTER GOODBYE, MUST BE THE NEVER-ENDING DEPTHS OF FOREVER...FOREVER; WHERE WISTFUL PROMISES AND PLACID DREAMS OF THE HEART, SHALL HEREBY SCATTER INTO THE ENDING OF ALL TIME....