Day 276 - Showering Silver

Pour silver from the heavens here

Magic to revive the whispering creek

Wisdom with a message so clear

The stones themselves seem to speak

Of secrets from the era of unicorns

Ages of kings announced by fanfares of horns

The riches found here are liquid desires

Soaking melodies of flute playing bards

Until they spin tales over the fires

Which glisten like a billion shimmering shards

As silver pours from the sun's embrace

Across this sacred enchanted place

Day 232 - Only Paper

I am disappearing

But no one seems to notice

Even I cannot truly feel it

As though I never existed

It is not how they describe death

No, rather just air being

In a place untraditional it seems

But after all

I am only made of paper

To slice up and throw away

Leaving nothing more than vapor

Or so I wish they would say

I hold on to what is staying

Sort of waiting until I fade

Even more, because it happens

And that is just fine

For ordinary history

Such as mine, always leaving

In portals through our heads

That memory claims to control

I am only made of paper

To slice up and throw away

Leaving nothing more than vapor

Or so I wish they would say

But they will not, say anything

Just watch me, wash me, away

That is what I meant in the end

As I am disappearing

Day 90 - Haven

Haven

The trees paint a story across the sky

The final moments of evening's sigh

Welcome the silent and quiet night

With the essence of transcending light

Whispered secrets that we cannot tell

Fall like drops into the nearest wishing well

As they echo across the vast eternity

To the tune of the wild and free

From the sky to the ground

Here peace is to be found

Waiting for the next life to stir

All that lasts remains here forever