Featured Writing
Title: Channels Of Passage: Parts 1–7
Genre: Epic Poetry Series
A WISH APART
“A thought is planted; my trust laid fair.
Our souls are granted, to each the other’s care.
My heartbeat is written with words of endurance.
I find her heart smitten to save up insurance.
Goodnight, dearest to my heart—
My dream for two, a wish apart.
True may it be, when nighttime starts,
You're in my dreams and in my heart.
​
A prayer is given; my love made clear.
Our souls are driven, to each what is dear.
My spell is broken by cries in the night.
I cherish the token of what was once right.
Goodnight, dearest to my heart—
My dream for two, a wish apart.
Though all goes dark, when light departs,
You're in my dreams and in my heart.
Close your eyes; find whatever is true.
A fantastic world of dreams awaits you.
In Castles and Kingdoms, you’ll spend your time here;
No need to break out—everything is sincere!
Now picture this, love as real as can be;
All that you need to set your mind free.
As dreamers and seekers, we'll find our hearts here;
Without any doubts—everything is sincere!
The beauty of it sweet,
The grace of it right,
Entangled in sweet dreams—
Goodnight! goodnight!
The moment in a tease,
To come before the light;
Whispering sweet dreams—
Goodnight! goodnight!
Little darling hold true,
And let the rest become of you . . .”
Title: Channels Of Passage: Parts 1–7
Genre: Epic Poetry Series
TEAR OF THE TROUSSEAU
“The Queen of hearts to grace the day?
It seems connection dissipated away.
To find this love, a guiding light,
I weep across the centuries of every night.
The world set before me,
All the limitations that be;
The only way to stay free
Is to leave.
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What a lonely place,
And my footprints can trace,
The storming time without grace
That I grieve.
My Maiden Beautiful to transcend in glory?
I’m sensing the drain to sink this story.
To reclaim ideals, a drifting truth,
I weep upon meaning to revive youth.
The time that has passed me,
Every tragedy that be;
My shades cannot free
Nor relieve.
What a crying place,
And my past can now trace,
Every lost hope without grace
That I heave.
I receive the chastisement in silence,
As a tear of the trousseau I hearken.
My teardrops fade into the night
And the deepest of my shades darken.
Still through our separation I feel you near;
Your trust and love embattle fear.
Though away I am sailed to my knightly demise,
I know the truth is behind your eyes.
Never before has there been such injustice,
And not ever again will there be . . .”