Mozart — Requiem
in D minor — Night finds me outside the cemetery gates, without recollection of travel or where I had been. In rising of the moon I see you just the other side, behind a freshly dug grave with a headstone of Israel marble. You seem as out of place as the stone itself. Antique…
A Christmas Guest — Timberland
A short story of a visit by an uninvited guest of unique nature while stranded in a cabin in unfamiliar woods. — The howling wind makes me uneasy. It always has, as if mother nature decided to scold me. The power outage follows me in with the last of my baggage, adding to the worry of discomfort and harm. Coupled with the total darkness brings me to the brink of concern. Moments…
Poetry — There are no magic words or clever rhyme to stay the aching of the heart or silence of the night void of sleep or peace which haunts until sun finds you solitary to greet the new day in hope of new love to ease the pain. https://medium.com/know-thyself-heal-thyself/lonely-947d9388e0fc?source=friends_link&sk=f06c0381f199187d2739f09c9879f583
(Preface) — A tale and a treat I have for you, a twist familiar, but a story new. It begins long ago in a place and time not yours to know. Riddle, it may seem, but I tell it true, this fable familiar; but new to you. So began our journey. End this story of nursery and liars den. Word of caution, words of warning, you might be a character within this yarn. So listen attentively if you care to return or I leave you behind to be butters churn.
The Dagger — Some mornings, you can’t help but feel like livestock at the slaughterhouse. Unable to see beyond the serpentine ramp. Unable to take a deep breath or disregard the tightness in your chest. No matter how much you try to rationalize and motivate yourself. …
25th at 7:34 — Mmm captures my contentment upon waking best. I feel like I have earned an undeserved victory of unknown origin simply for making it through the night. The darkness of mind fog only managed to seep into the distant edges of my being. Sleep courted and escorted me through the shadows to find morning’s light. Brightly lit it is, for I have slept late for once. What a perfectly delicious feeling.
Of Charm — This morning, fresh from the shower. I towel dry and slip into a cotton crew to make my way out into the ambient of thirty-four degrees. She is casting light upon every surface proudly this 5 AM. My excitement to share her brilliance against the coal-black sky finds me forgetting my coat and shoes, standing beneath her slippers only. My capture brings forth her halo arc, mimicking the morning sun of dawn. While the chill toys with the hair raised against my arms.
Tuesday — Twenty-four hours with only two of sleep isn’t soul food for the heart or mind. I have had the pit in my chest since last night, and I don’t believe I can blame it on dinner. Buttered Pasta, Bell pepper slices, and grilled Italian sausage are comfort food. So why do I feel pending overcast? Maybe I should have gone with a full-bodied red to compliment the meal. Do you have nights like that where you lie awake for no reason? Do you worry about things that most likely will never pass?