The house sits silent, Light from a single bulb dim. Night presses inward.
The house sits silent, Light from a single bulb dim. Night presses inward.
Sorrow fills the night- Frozen rain falls, windstorm moans. In the distance…lost.
Soundless dark pressing. The road rolls in the headlight- An owl flies away.
As the day draws close, Sacrifice to raise the sun. Perfect blossom gone.
Hidden cloudy sun, Forest trees create shadows. Mochi sweet on tongue.
In the spring of life- The peal of bells brings delight. Lotus floats away, Borne on the winds of sorrow. Lost, the sands that pass unseen.
Golden glow red fire– Unimaginable wealth, Shimmers then is gone.
Sometimes it is difficult to let go of something that you held in your heart. Whether this is a person, place, thing, or idea the process can often take not only time and effort but can be a painful process…