Darknight67

Seeker of all things unusual..

Cold and snow has me hearing…

A hot and windy August afternoon 

Has the trees in constant motion 

With a flash of silver leaves 

As they're rocking in the breeze

If the early bird gets the worm then how does good things come to those that wait? 

Is luck the residue of design? life is a series of happenstance. Dejavu could be just a do over....

 Still in their bliss unchallenged mighty feast

Unending dances shadowed on the day

Within the wall, their daunting formless keep

Preserved their joy that kept their doubts at bay

Faceless legions stood in readiness to weep

Just turn a coin, bring order to the fray

And everything is soon no sooner thought than deed

But no one seemed to question in anyway

Showdown

SLEEPY VALLEY HOLLOWNESS, THE WIND MOANS ALONE WAITING FOR ITS ECHO TO FIND ITS WAY BACK HOME.

LEAFS JETTISONED THRU FIELDS, DRIVEN BY THE ENRAGED WINDS FURRY.

A SMALL GREEN HILL DWELLER SITS CALMLY

AS MASTER, JUDGE, AND JURY.

IS CALMNESS A DISEASE WITH NO FOUND CURE?

CAN WE WALLOW IN OUR DECISIONS

NOT THE LEAST BIT SURE?

A STRANGER ARRIVES POISED AND CHIEFTAN, SENSITIVE TO ALL AROUND HIM.

HIS DUSTY EYES BREEDING TINY TEARS, TO CLEANSE HIS SOUL AND BEYOND.

"Window"

Low dull buzz sounding off in the distant

A small glass showcase offers solace to the tense

Shadows glide effortlessly, passing colorful inanimate s..

Eyes follow draining healing powers

Empty minds are confined to the boundaries.

Sweaty palms pressed against broken glass

Red drips down my window sill.

The light slowly fads to black, the unknown.

Turning on a foremost split of a reflection cast not on your wall..

My journal is called "Journal to No One"