Whispers on the tundra, silenced from cold and wind,
Paved into the hard earth are the steps of our past.
Only forgotten with the melting of ice,
But never warm enough to vanish completely.
We are here to be remembered.
We are here to be relived.
Original X: Bach
Touching the Sky
Peaking,
Above the horizons we all know,
Above the formations of mist and glow,
Striding amongst nuclear aura and forgotten souls,
It is in the end we cannot loll.
But is not the end when we can rest,
To put aside pain and stress,
Wishing not for more of these days,
Instead of unending space,
Our new sun the light of cosmic rays?
Tears will come.
And they will dry.
But always laid in time the spirit will shine.
All are connected within matter’s rhyme.
To let go….
The ultimate test of one’s might.
To trust….
The belief far beyond one’s sight.
To forgive….
The final key,
Glory conceived,
Riddles solved.
Now to love….
Above it all.
Above it all.
Kind drops of easy water tap at your door.
They reflect all.
But you can see through them,
As the rain continues to pour.
If left too long they will reside.
If left too long the dust abides.
Will you let them in?
Will you make akin,
All that you fear for the sake of all that you may win?
It is there,
And long has it been.
But much longer than the memories of men.
– B
Original X: Bach
Waking to Leave
It’s both amusing and peculiar in what dreams may come.
Scenarios of grandeur.
Illusions of the deepest desires.
All to leave at the opening of the eyes.
Only to wish your separation from this world, even if only for a sleepy night, would not end.
A journey away from what you know to be real.
A meeting with those you hold dear.
A chance to live a life not always possible…..
In what dreams may come.
Original X: Bach
