Poems

Feelings of emptiness is filling a hole. Or is it another feeling, growing undetected. The feeling is like a sticky blanket I canot find the water to cleanse it away My heart is pounding, but the reason is lost Where is the clear spring I lost this key again? A burning fire covers my body whole All I can feel is pain, will it ever stop? Spirit no longer part of the flesh. Soul no longer among reality Bits and pieces that no longer fits But longs to be together in an endles twist Will I ever become one again Will the hole be gone when the pieses fits? Or is someting missing in the center? The glue that never sticks. But the darknes that does.

In the darkest of night the predators are running, trying to outdo the claws of hunger with cunning. The other animals hiding during the critical hours, trying not to be the savior of others. In the darkest of times a light shows us the way, light of silver brings hope to all souls at bay. With the beauty that only nature can bring, the light finds the warrior within. The mist is covering the ground of cold, making the road a mystery of old. Noone can sense what is up ahead, untill it is walked and discovered once again. The lights of night is bringers of courage, moral is high when you are lighted by the Godess. Bravely the paws of life tiptoes along the misty road, watching their steps to reach their goals. Slowly time is pushed away, feelings of warmth gives a hunch of change. The night is fading, the moon hunted by the sun, the road is now clear, untill day is slowly undone.