Darkness stirrs..

The darkness stirrs and the shadows leap.. there is something moving out there just beyond sight…

Its a thief come 2 steal my dreams.. its a criminal come 2 destroy my hope…  This is the time of the winnowing.. the time of the shreading of paper dreams and thining of false hopes.. 

I’ve seen this dawn before.. touched these dew kissed leaves and felt the soft sigh of hope forlorn..

My soul weeps in quiet contemplation..  tears which never see the light of day roll down my cheeks and I die a little more inside..

These are the days of the dieing.. the time for mourning and loss..

Those shattered dreams and forlorn hopes dance around my feet in playful jest.. each one a taunt that cannot be heard..

Slowly another tear escapes my sightless eyes and another part of me fades away.. another wee corner of my world dissolves into nothingness..

These are the days of disaster.. when all my loving ambitions are crashed into reefs of dispair.. the once proud hull broken and shattered never to be free again..

Stranded in unbelief and sorrow I die a little bit more and mourne the passing of innocence..

~Dreamer~