Night has fallen where it might, and I am a dream away from eternal things. My desire for flight has made me struggle against gravity all this time; and it has borne fruit in the wings I have sought to create. I have skirted the edge of the impossible where I have travelled, not willing to see that I should fail for the farness of my reaching. Give thanks to God, o my soul, for He has set a fire in my heart that weathers the torrents of the storm, that keeps me pressing on when hope is at its thinnest. This is life: that one sees the magic in what the world can achieve, wonder at dreams of the primordial light and shine the light upon all that is, do his best at whatever comes. Always remember from where you have come. It has made you what you are.
Reflection
10:41pm tuesday, 16th september
I'm feeling poetic. "Off the cuff.".......
Scolding
See the shepherds wallow in mire.
See the lurking dragon prey
upon hollow desires full
of merciless war.
Laugh without care,
for the time is near
to be done. To be lost,
to be challenged and feared.
Seek, but do not step upon
the angels robe.
Reflection
10:43pm tuesday, 16th september
I think real poetry has to be "Right now", and "In the moment."......
Reflection
10:45pm tuesday, 16th september
I really like that line, that's cool...
"Seek, but do not step upon the angels robe.".....
Reflection