Tuesday, December 4, 2012

This post is about irony.

In the darkness of meadows,
and in the heat of sun,
In the frosts of a candle,
and in the blues of the shun

In the dusk of the eyes
and in the glow of the dawn
In the sadness of a smile
and in the love of the blown

Uprooted like the grass
feeling of the balded earth
in the rusted brass
in the broken hearth
in torn out trees
dismal and grey sky
wet and cold breeze
twisted wry
and lost stories
a fear prevails
a fear in the deep
proving that I am weak
gazing through my soul
into the deep
leaving, I am leaving
something behind
yet, I am looking for a sign.


Everyone looks sad, when i am.

-knightesS