TheRoadSoFar

It is a cool autumn evening; where the sun Has long since sunk below the horizon and the Stars twinkle their bright existence into the inky Blackness of the night sky.   As a child, I was always full of questions: But in particular I was always concerned with my identity. Who am I? I would wonder if the stars were truly as small as they seemed Or if the universe was truly never ending. With small hands, I'd reach up towards the sky, hoping to touch The satin blackness; wishing to stain my fingers with the evening And maybe become one with the sky.  I look over my shoulder, The house remains asleep. A moment p

Deep within your eyes, I'm swimming in a dream; a dream of fields of folded paper flowers and an inky black darkness of the midnight sky. Silently you beckon to me, whilst I cry hushed tears of utter confusion.  The stars have faded as the night metamorphoses into day. Your darkness has consumed my reasoning and escapes at the thought of sunrise.  The paper flowers refashion themselves into butterflies, excited at the thought of flight.  The sunlight warms their wings. They return s flowers when the Moon becomes Lord of the Sky, but because you have entered this trance- like Realm, a new occurrence has befalle

Time passes, people move…   It's a thing that's come to be accepted all throughout today's society.   We sometimes wish for it to stop; Whatever our reasons are, Whether we are conscious of these reasons or not Is of no relevance. Sometimes these moments in our lives Should never just be a memory: Fated to disappear into the small crevices of our hearts. Sometimes there are moments that should last forever: A kiss, Christmas morning, Playing card games at the lunch table; always losing the game, But never the laughter, Victory at a game hard- earned, Or a haunted hayride in which your friends cling to you for saf

Trapped.  Unable to be free from this burdensome feeling; how I wish I could simply escape from it all.  An artificial world of artificial people masquerading as affectionate lovebirds.  I must be blind, for I do not believe in love at first sight.   All I want is to be free of you, as you are obviously free of me. How does one begin to tell the difference between Love and simple affection? We walk on, believing wholeheartedly that we control our lifewith deft fingers and firm steps in favored directions.  But we are just fooling ourselves, deceiving our own hearts as we fly against the undulating gusts of zephyr.  It is fate Fate that cont

"Sing me a song," I'll say Some rhapsody that stirs my heart, Something that passionately inspires me… Serenade me like a canary, twirling your words on your tongue Whisper in my ear, spell out your tale of tragic woe; unrequited love. Descant.  Bring out the choir; they can join you as you as you tell me Of star covered strawberries, I'll stare into your milky brown eyes And picture the verdant fields, dotted and riddled with green and crimson Bright and decadent.  Sensuous red, like silk endlessly poured from a carton. There are no dark, malicious clouds of melancholy and gloom, and The sun does not beat upon our brow in mock