Keep Coming Back
Why is it
Once so many days have passed,
The sun comes up
And I’m here
At last.
All the work was done
To outgrow the thoughts of you,
Yet once again at last
My heart belongs to you.
End of Yol
I haven’t posted in a long while. Between the holidays, family, work and nagging exhaustion I just let the days pass.
Life happens. And when I am left to setting my own schedule… Sleep always takes priority-probably because I don’t get any 😉
But with the winter solstice passed, our days are getting longer. More sunlight, more hope, more warmth and inevitably rebirth come the spring.
So thank you to my followers, and thank you to the universe. We each have a brighter day coming as the new season approaches. And the awakening and upgrades for this year will come. 💟🌠🌷
For The Trees
For the trees
They breath
When I’m drowning
and have nothing to say
The trees will breathe
For me
I have so much to say
Those who have the strongest roots
For me
Will say it all
And will speak
For the trees.
Drowning In Black Waters
In her dreams she falls
Hits the ground and keeps on running
Never wakes before
She slams into the ground.
But in the black waters is where her dream ends
Calm, peace and darkness
Unto the end.
No more crushed bones
Or skull pieces broken from the fall
Just drowning in the dark black waters.
So Cold
Go to sleep and hope for the snow.
Wake up late and find a storm.
It’s just the beginning, the men are dead in the fields.
Horses came through, but none drew near.
Valkyrie wings close down; plunging and swooping the bloodied earth.
Clawing and clenching some off the field, the rest were left to feed the ground.
Looking Down The Trail
Beautiful Scarborough
Peaceful in the spring
Castles and history are found
Sweet memories are made
May 2018 Scarborough, UK.
Who Are You
Visions of what you once were. So many months and now a sickly shadow.
You take responsibility for letting yourself go. My hands were in the pot too, I say I didn’t know.
You can’t hear what I say, When you get this way.
It claws my heart out with every bad day.
I love you. Maybe. Who knows.
Deaf ears on good words prey.
Who are you now? It’s a different day. I’m fighting to keep you any which way.
Because I know the fight and the pain of who you are now.
GinasCaravan 