Tag: poetry
-
Waiting for the Night to Die
Here I stand where the earth breaks away, waiting for the night to die…
-
Es Regnet
It was raining when we came to the place where the lines were drawn between auroras of a second sun and the memory of someone else’s past…
-
Marching Colossus
All the little movements seem to flow together until unstoppable they break through the wall…
-
Something Left Behind
It’s the open road away from some part of me something left behind that I may never return to…
-
Whisper in the Dark
Some nights I would come to in a different bed, woken by a word whispered in the dark…
-
A Promise of Morning
I never saw what waited in the shadows until the sun set on a city burning and dusk became a veil over the world…
-
There’s a Reason
Maybe there’s a reason for the slow tearing away, the new rifts opening between stepping stones across the river…
-
Like This
It wasn’t always like this The walls used to move in the distance slow rolling thunder too far away to hear and rivers gently flowing beneath my feet…
-
The Moon Obscured
Ice on skin exposed to night calling to the sky, the moon obscured begging it to crumble away…
-
I Still Think About That Night
Out to the stars goes the last of the dreamers, slave to the will of infinity drawn out to the extremities…
-
Look to the Skies
We look to the skies and wait hold our breath if we have to and let our gaze fall along the horizon painted with the blood of tomorrow…
Mitchel David Ring 