Poetry

It’s not exactly a poem and doesn’t have any kind of meter — I outright didn’t design it that way — but I feel it fits the same category. Lord, grant me the zeal of spring, the spirit and swiftness of the winds clearing the clouds at dawn.Lord, grant me Read more…

There is no darkness as rises with noon, When spring winds blow gentle and clouds run free. Yet the calm air slips out of reach too soon, Leaving neither cold nor warmth within me. Find me as ash among the pale lilies, Naught but barren dust beyond the rain’s aid. Read more…