By: EarlB, 1:41 AM GMT on January 26, 2014
The falling snowflakes came like messages from the Beloved.
They fell to us, these mysterious messengers on a Moonless night.
With the morning came the Breeze, lifting the snow, like Moths, Skyward,
Sunward toward the creator in a dance swirling without end.
Music played, the dancer spun, heart's pounded, all watched
As the Sun inhaled, exhaled, inhaled, breathing her children home.
Come dance with me, we can be Moths together,
On the Path to a forever flame.
By: EarlB, 1:17 AM GMT on January 12, 2014
These are pivotal
Times of the year for
This is the time
When mine aches to
When I think
Of those near but so far
Never to be near again,
And those now,
Sadly, drifting away:
Hearts breaking away, lost.