I am a faerie, absorbed in the daylight hours,
while the moon is resting and the leaves are dry...
Thy tree crafted with God's power,
be but a resemblance of thine being...
A downgraded nation,
fallen...
Creativity flowing
Etching ones heart in paper...
So many times have i tried to fight,
and become the brightness through the night...
Hoping for the sun...
Isn't this always the dream...
Eyes
stare out...
I find that I am burdened,
by a weight that goes unseen...
Is it to much to ask for a question
instead of an action...
Your shimmering sunshine has shone
Like an Aladdin's lamp illuminating...
The Power of Words
Forever her words linger...
To forget or not forget
Neither is my question...