Thought = Form
And the sun sets, crimson.
And the sky dawns, iridescent.
And the leaves dance, merrily
Stars are born
And the universe floats, unimaginably
We live for tomorrow and lose the day.
We worry always as life slips away.
We fret for what we have not.
And forget what we have.
Tomorrow is never here.
And you have this day to live.
Some days never change, some never stay the same
Music dances lyrically and the song remains the unchanged.
Life passes in bits and pieces, moments frozen in time.
Is there a need for tomorrow, to wake again?
Banfiadh – Wolfthought5/2018
Paint by Word
Lost upon a river of sound.
Vibrant luxurious notes
Hang painted in the air
Sun sets softly, laid to rest
Masked quietly in tones of grey
Passing of another breath
Fingers strum notes of hope
Wistful on the day’s melody
Softly sung and breathless.
Thoughts wander, idle and jumbled
Poised upon the edge of form,
Indolent and impatient.
Words, colored by experience
Softly shift in meaning
Waiting to be born.
One foot in tomorrow and one in yesterday.
The passage of the ages never seems to fade.
Strewn across the vastness like ripples in the shade.
I see in all the memories the moments we have made.
My eyes within the heavens and feet fast on the ground.
Each tear or toll of laughter passes without sound
Upon my inner eye does play the memory of you.
Two souls softly touching, an extraordinary view.
Within me burns eternal sun tempered by your moon.
Born within the vastness of creations dawning tune.
We are lost across the cycles of times eternal tide.
We’ve strolled in meted chaos, quite often side by side.
Heart within the heavens and soul on forever’s shore
Our passage has spawned legend, lost in days of yore.
Born within the darkness two lost and wondering lights
Alone in isolation until we heard each other’s cry.
Children of the starlight, we are travelling this song,
This journeys crossed forever and continues to go on.
As we were born in nothingness strewn with stars anew.
Life is lost and empty without a touch of you.