Wednesday, September 4, 2013

a dreamer's prayer

And now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul will keep.

And should I die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul will take.

And even if I never rise,
I'll never lose my shining eyes.

For death alone is not the end,
Our souls the Lord to heaven sends.

Make no mistake, our life is sweet,
But think not ill of heavy sleep.

For dreamers live a thousand lives,
And worry not to say goodbyes. 

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

the moon

She was like the moon.
Thriving in the dark, only displaying her beauty for the fields of emptiness that whisper through the night.
She was like the moon
Answering every call, regardless of the numerous wounds that pierce her.
She was like the moon
An always faithful watcher and protector, keeping the secrets that no one dare tell.
She was like the moon
Constant and loyal, never betraying her true nature.
She was like the moon
Followed by the peace of the eve, silencing the commotion of life.
She was like the moon
Known by all, remembered by none, waiting patiently to be recognized.
She was like the moon
Always alone, but never isolated, sheltered by the sheets of dotted black and white.
She was like the moon
Neglected and overlooked, always to be replaced in time.
She was like the moon
Part of her was always hidden, no matter how you tried to uncover her.
She was like the moon
Wishing for an endless night, trying to forget to fall down...