We are born and born again, On rough seas, under bleak skies, In a storm of hard choices as we brace, In the small moments when defeat shuts our eyes, As time carves another line on our face, And sorrow bears tears in sacrifice, Under sighs of dreams reaching for our heart, On dark nights, …
The trust is the first to break, the heart closely follows, Broken wings of barren dreams folding over the hollows, Time stops, space drains, the silence echoes, Calling to the ashes to rise once more from the shadows.
‘The key to unlocking the heart of a princess and opening her lips to a true love’s kiss lies in slaying her evil foe in a moment of her greatest despair’, advised old Gregor, the court magician. . Prince Robert thought of his words as he started to relax his clean-shaven, carefully balmed face into …
Nameless nothings dance around to the rhythm of the night, closer and closer still to the moment they unite and the spark of an idea is born. An idea, newborn, exciting, bursting with promise and life, keeping you up all night. And thus the journey begins, planning and building, not sleeping but dreaming, just one …
You would think us fools, rushing into our graves like this. And yet, and yet… once you see our smiling faces in death, you’ll never feel afraid to follow. Because here is the thing: Our kind never dies. We live on in the promise of every dawn, the sigh of every sunset. We watch you …
On Monday morning I let my feet chase their whims and I find myself on the longer route again, the one that leads by the bench. Every step beats the rhythm of a song borrowed from a dream, drawing me closer and closer, back in time. My heart pounds loud as I enter the park, …
Mitriel Faywood 