Hope is never alone; first there must be sadness. If it was never dark, we would never see the light at the end.
Wide Open Skye
A dark emerald green notebook, much scuffed and with a worn cover. The pages however are crisp and clean, the writing small and neat....
Tuesday, 30 September 2014
There is a land that beckons with an allure like the sweetest of wines
A taste stirs a thundering in the blood,
memories awaken, how brightly it shines.
Bring me home..bring me home...to the land that I knew.
Though darkness rises, brightness shines
in those whose heart holds true.
There is a land that calls and sings a song of the sirens refrain
A whisper summons the exultant sting,
emotions simmer, joy is pain.
Bring me home..bring me home...to the land that I knew.
Though darkness rises, brightness shines
in those whose heart holds true.
There is a land...whose warmth I missed...bereft and cold at night
A haunting burrowed in my chest,
spirit flagging, losing sight.
Bring me home..bring me home...to the land that I knew.
Though darkness rises, brightness shines
in those..whose heart...holds true...
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