The smell of winter.
Darkness arrives early this time of year.
Time passes slow.
The sound of my voice is clearer as the wind silences the world.
What is it about the oncoming peace that leaves my heart confused? The calm on the waters is soothing as my mind races far into the future, doubling back and charging through the barrier of time… flimsy really… for one can always venture into the past, the future is what leaves us in shadow…
There is a calling from within the mist of the shadow… hearing what we know, yet understanding as one would a lost language… or understanding as one would a smile… sad is the voice from within… as is the look in the eyes of my dying father… Did he know he was going to die that night? The look in his eyes say yes. Yes… yet it was just a dream, another lost memory, just another dream. It fades…
Fading as are the years one ventures away from the sound of his voice, or is it my voice… Can I hear the difference? Do I know of what I speak? Is this really about him? Or is it really about me? Just another vision, just another dream, just another tear which falls to my feet…
The ground is cold beneath my feet… I stand before the calm shore and the moon glistens its light upon the waters… darkest night so full of light… where is my vision? where is my sight? I turn to find my father by my side… the bitter calm of winter… he smiles… he is here again, for now… then why am I so sad?
Because these are just more words coming from my head… more words… or simply another dream… Yes… it was just a dream, another lost memory, just another dream… coming from my head
I’m so sorry. Time doesn’t always heal all wounds does it? But amazing writing as usual….
for one can always venture into the past, the future is what leaves us in shadow…
BrylieJane… thank you for taking the time and sharing your thoughts
ah I like this. I love that title, kinda fits the holidays for me. You are going to have to show me how you did the snow effect. I have one of petals that I used to use. 🙂
Charles… so nice to see you here… the holidays, what an emotional roller coaster
did you figure out the snow? It is somewhere in your dashboard… under settings *i think*
Great post, though through your words I feel your pain.
I have always admired your work, and gets better and better if that is possible. You really have a great talent, and good heart.
Duma Key… the one thing about pain i admire… it is all relative, as is life, as is death (if you so chose to believe) as i stated before… the holidays bring on an emotional roller coaster… I am reluctantly ready for another ride this year… thanks for your thoughts
I feel the pain and the great sorrow in your words…as one who has also lost…the words are deep and beautiful…
Have a peaceful weekend, friend.
Cyrus… I know this year has been hard on you… my thoughts and energies to you my friend…