Thinking through a scene in a story (way down the line) and this hit me. Struck me as something folk might find hopeful. Call the names lost in the night. Call the names back to the light. Call the names lost and alone. Call the names and bring them home. Where e’er their souls be… Read More Calling
Something more gentle than most have been of late. Softly falls the darkness, tucking in the day. Evening sings a lullaby and softly drifts away. The restful moon still watches over house and home, And even subtle starlight refuses to roam. The windows are all shuttered in the lantern light, And gentle voices sing in… Read More Falling of Night
Wandering through some thoughts in the world I’ve been playing in. What brings a name through the depths of time? Must it be yours or even mine? What calls the soul that still would be? That echoes in eternity? Listen well in silence bound Where finding is itself profound. Listen there in dark of night… Read More Weaving the Name
Something bright for today. I hope you enjoy it. Golden Silence at dawn of day Lingers still then drifts away. Softly then the day begins And morning tide, on it spins. Down into the soil deep A spark begins to wake from sleep. Working up through weaving day And sinking roots to wisdom’s stay. Then… Read More Roots of Dawn
A bit of an adventure to close out the year. Vigil fire burning bright against the magic in the night Gates of old have opened wide and rent the veils where they would hide. Under cover of a spell, the Fair come forth with purpose fell. And dare the guards to make them leave, from… Read More The Watch at the Gate