Poems from Erysian
A child weak, soft like youth
Is a lion of eye and tooth
In dreams that trickle down like sand,
Down a clock, tick-tock the hand,
And...
Forevermore the crow will core
The truth from words all the more
and the day will dawn, the chasm yawn
until the truth doth ever soar.
But...
With summer laze and winter days
we wend our ways
in the silence of the night.
And creeping still, thoughts mill
amongst the dying of the...
As I look all around me,
I think of everything happening
and weep; I thought I was free,
but it seems I am returning;
to the thing painful...
With the beat and the strum
Of crickets at my bone
I am proud, strong and roan.
The dry heat of summer,
The cold snap of winter,
A heart...