Sun Rising: “On a path not yet taken, striving toward a trek for a Land never seen. Inside myself constant battles tally the weak and strong. A world all to the unknown seeking The Light to shed the answers. Joys that can only be felt in my own head and hardships to match. A trek i see myself on and look back and can only smile.
Beautiful visions acompany me but with them the coldest of Hells. A struggle always within myself. But as you glance to see me behind you keep a good eye, the back of my head and the sunset in your eye you’ll come to see” I said.
(Notes) eager to fight, learning new, challenging the laws that make the world.

Sun Overhead: “Dividing my attention between two worlds. Most times mine is better than the one we all live in. Floating between the two worlds. Not paying much attention to what is going on.” Im saying.
(Notes)tired of fighting, but want to find something I’ve never had.

Sunset: (Notes) through fighting, I have the feeling I was searching for. I’ve made my decision where I want to stay.

“The ringing of the division bell” – Pink Floyd

Here I set…on this man made rock wall

Listening to the cicadas

I can’t think of a thing to write

The end of the Summer is nearing

But the only thing this means anymore

Is the time for changing season

Moving from smothering warmth to beautiful breezes

That brush over your skin and through your hair

Laced with the cooling respite of fall

My eyes keep drawing from the trees

To the falling sun as it sinks

Past my sight bringing this days end

The first star appears in the sky

‘The clouds getting darker and heavier

As they move over the city

The last streaks of sunshine disappear

With the coming of nightfall.

A couple of sparrows rehearse a slow sweeping tango

As the lights flicker on, one by one.

It truly is beautiful 0 the combination of calm

In the middle of hundreds of thousands

As though finding peace amongst anxiety of chaos

A necessity we fulfill without realizing we are even in need.

I set with my chin on my knee

Closing my eyes simply to listen

Hearing the rhythm, the beat of Nature’s heart.

Untempered by modern settings…

How often do we just set and hear what our world has to say to us?

What does it take to step outside

Purposely to enjoy what we are given.

Simplicity. Serenity. Beauty as it is intended.

Not forced – just there.

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