Poems from aslade
Ever does it pass us by,
under the apple tree I sit,
it pierces the azured sky,
and extinguishes the fire it has lit.
The tree is long...
I walk down the isles of stone,
I’ve been here before, but others footprints litter the snow.
I pass up names that bring up memories,...
Separate bodies would reason
that I have taken my leave
the change of the season
has left me serene
Snow wisps in a slight blur
stinging...
There is a path that lieth in the never,
at which I have arrived.
'Tis a peaceful endeavour,
into which, headfirst, I dived.
A path beyond...
The tenderness of the sun
above. A piece of space;
a piece of time.