It’s been three days now as you pilot to the other side. You took off like a rocket but the soul slows down to the

Ancients rise through morning light with open sky on the green land. They bring stories and songs, for the ceremony of remembrance. The new world

Circling around like fish in a pond thoughts wander through people and events until returning to silence; one with the trees and evening sky red

Broken and bent I enter the gray morning, the earth sore and melancholy by dreams dashed on the barren shores of mediocrity. The surface of