"...for reason, ruling alone, is a force confining...and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to is own destruction..." - kahlil gibran, the prophet"

...and withered into my dying dawn...sympathies be my life and thorns be my best of friends...as i...in the midst of self...searching...

And there was silence. The trees let go of their discolored leaves and
the afternoon sun gave last goodbye in the other side of this quite
town. As their shy smiles were drawn… out in my lonely room.

Yes
I was walking with wind’s whisper and I was looking unto my dying sky.
What could have been so simple, with my eyes… and so I thought. I am a
figure with hopes and dreams… with promises and sigh… My words were
drawn by their hands and shared upon.

Sometimes, the meaning of
impo… Continue

And I heard voices past over those tree line. They were searching for a
little thoughts of the living beyond. And there was Saint Thomas.

Yes, those leaves felt without pain¡¦ and I alone in this lonely walk.

She
was there¡¦ and I was with them. I have turned and sighted that the
emptiness unto the deepest me wasn¡¯t searched. Longed the only
considerable dreams that I had, but they were elusive. I have been
writing words but my words aren¡¯t mine. Is this only fault that my
h… Continue

The dreams of the coveted throne and the pillars that surround it are
now gloomy and dry. One stood still… into her eyes, emptiness… the
moment I had stepped out from its lawn.

It was on that
lightened hall that sounds of happiness were heard… the laughter of
children with their toys in tow. Their voices were unending… and as
echoes filled the rooms, the wind outside the bricks helped the leaves
rest into their places.

I am looking at it… tears evident now in
me… It is not emp… Continue

Past the lies and the realities of being who I was, I heard the wind
whisper my name at the fifth of one. From its swirls is the pity… from
the deepest of sympathies. Yes, I am at the marbled floor… gazing at
the dying azure of the sky… in the lamp where I standing. And a single
leaf slowly gives away from its companions… and lead my eyes on the
person who loved me, not a hundred steps from me. Her eyes close and
her soft lips gently open for the lettered symphony to escape from her
loving heart… Continue