fancying fortune
Ask not good fortune
Henceforth you whimper no more,
Content just being
The Pyromancer
He is the flame upon the pyre
Or so that is what we are told
His time is dire
Yet he is only a second old
His only desire
To engulf the world in fire.
Lost at Sea
Why?
A pleading cry,
Echoing,
As the earth touches the sky
I am left with my pondering
The ocean ablaze
With the sun’s last searing gaze
A man sits
His mind churning
He is lost in his yearning
Astray
A happy farm dog
Oblivious and lost
Enjoys a hillside
Pleasant and warm in the sun
Giving chase to a stray sheep
The two sheep argue
Stomping their hooves angrily
Murmuring of strength
A headstrong Rambouillet
Horns pointed towards the sky
Hope
Hope
An Anchor in a Storm
Dwelling within the sinews of one’s chest
Buried beneath flesh, bone, and scar
Its elusive glimmer benounced to the eye
Nevertheless, despair was born neglect of boundaries
And what one in its clutches would give for a meer gander of hope
Folly though is the one who seeks to gaze upon hope, as elusive as its glimmer is
Hope is meant to be listened to
Guiding with a song alike that of a tender heartbeat
So faint one would have to forgo the pleasures of vision to find it
And so it is that the blind man knows his way through the dark
Where as those who seek to see through the dark are left alone with the haze of their despair.
Born Alone
We fear the loss of our other
For the fear of loneliness
The fear of being alone,
But what if you never had another?
Your day wrought with lackluster
You sing a sad tune
For the one you could have lost
Your unwillingness came at a cost
And with no other you are already alone.
The Forest Hallow
The pleasant crickle of a nearby brook
A pleasant hum
Amidst the forest fog,
The mossy trees
And the fox hallows,
The humid air thick in your lungs,
Filling you with the taste of the forest
A taste of life.
Fancying Fortune
Ask not good fortune
Henceforth you whimper no more,
Content just being