::Edit:: I think we got it fixed. I think it may be slightly greeting-card like, but overall at this point I'm happy with how it turned out.

The Metaphor of Hope
The verses rise and fall ( Read more... )

When all the world's abroil,
And nothing can be done;
Control is gone and all seems at an end,
Peace shall settle
It's gentle wings upon your soul,
And Tranquility reminds
That all these things shall change.

The cycle spins on through death
And renewal, bringing calm and excitement
Through the turning of all things.

Be at peace.

~Morgil

i feel my soul
awash in light.
liquid love goes
pouring through me
like waves of lurid
life.

sitting i fall.
laying still i
waver, between this
reality, and another.

how can i ever
hope to survive?
the cost is higher than
all the earth,
but i shall gladly
pay it.

( 3 more poems from the last several months )