I find that I am burdened,
by a weight that goes unseen...
Eyes
stare out...
Hoping for the sun...
Isn't this always the dream...
So many times have i tried to fight,
and become the brightness through the night...
Creativity flowing
Etching ones heart in paper...
A downgraded nation,
fallen...
Thy tree crafted with God's power,
be but a resemblance of thine being...
I am a faerie, absorbed in the daylight hours,
while the moon is resting and the leaves are dry...
A day in my life
I open my eyes to a sky of blue...
Withering ideas
remembered in paper...
Darken clouds whisper rain,
Enchanting the earth with secrets...
At the gates of gloom,
By the shores of midnight waters...