Beginning March 6, 2016March 6, 2016Age, Beneath, Chance, Cold, Darkness, Death, Distance, Dream, Faith, Life, Love, Peace, Time, Travel, Wind4 Comments Darkness enshrouds me While subtle forces gently Send me toward the light
In it we reflect
All the things that make us friends
Ancient and yet new
If we are smart, we
endeavor not to repeat
past relationships.
For if we did not
learn before, we cannot move
on to something new.
Out of the ashes
of what you’ve left of my soul,
I will rise — again.