Poems from Aezion
Life,
Void of love,
Is a monochrome,
Which no enlightenment artist,
Would condone.
Shades of blue,
Or green,
Or yellow,
Is all one will...
The rainbow is full.
Full of love.
Full of pain.
Full of joy.
Full of sadness.
Red,
The color of passion,
Of romance,
Of bloodshed
And...
It is nearly constant,
This sadness,
This melancholy,
That is nearly immortal.
They say the brain
Is the only portal
Into the soul,
Yet my...
One should dare
To add just a hint
Of personal flare,
As they are meant.
Without a little flare,
For which people can stare,
Life becomes...
Ode to love,
The beautiful dove,
Soaring through the sky,
Lifting hearts so they might fly high.
Yet what flies can fall,
Crashing to the...