On a cold day in January I watch As snowflakes fall to the frozen ground Softly Retaining their elegant structure To form a thin membrane across the surface of the Earth Even in distribution A reflection In so many ways Of the very symmetry each individual shape carries in it's fragile form In time The … Continue reading On a Cold Day in January
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Fog Moon
Empty Feel like Something Not right Dead dreams Dark night Fog moon No light Sun rise New day New hope New way
Oh, For the Innocence
Oh, for the innocence Of the days we left behind I'd gladly give all I have learned For such a peace of mind Oh, for the sense of self The assured inherent truth I'd give all that I have acquired To give it back to you Oh, for the endless hours spent Pursuing life and … Continue reading Oh, For the Innocence
Searching For…
Something real Something more Not just another name Another face Another way to fill The distance between the days The void within Consuming the essence of who we are Or were Until there is nothing left Nothing but the empty echo Of what could have been What still could be If only If only If … Continue reading Searching For…
Days Like These
This piece is a collaboration with the ever-elusive Blackbird of the blog Wandering Thoughts. Text on the left (prompt) was written by Blackbird, while the text on the right (response) was written by Auroraboros. Enjoy! Days like these We realize just how quickly Not only the days pass, But the months and years as well. … Continue reading Days Like These
How Much You Mean to Me
Just last night I had a dream I stood in a field of emerald green Where a mouth it spoke from a face unseen In a language unknown But with a voice serene In this dream there was a girl And there was a time Where in her eyes I saw the world On her … Continue reading How Much You Mean to Me
Oh, But in the Soft Twilight
On the horizon Where earth and ocean meet the sky Where two worlds collide This is where my heart resides Always at the divide If you pay attention You can see it in my eyes. The sun and the moon Indifferent in their ways Are unaware this place Ignorant their position As they drift aimlessly … Continue reading Oh, But in the Soft Twilight