I think it was the waves lapping at the rocks that really drove it home...
Tag: sadness
Siren
Come With Me
'Come with me to the end,’ she said.‘I know of a placeWhere the wind tastes of cinnamonRivers flow cold and pure Through meadows of goldAt night clouds departAnd stars fall like snowUpon the mountaintops.Time cannot touch us there.’I listened to herAnd fell more madly in love.We could not knowThe end lay not in golden meadowsOr… Continue reading Come With Me
The River
The walls close in, distorted, Funneling me toward a door That separates my soul from the divine. Through the keyhole lies a world Whose edges fade into the space Between truth and lies. A river of grief flows among the brambles, Scorching its way across a blackened plain. It’s arms scrape meaning From dirt that… Continue reading The River