hope

Owl And Whale

Owl and Whale,
by the light of the harvest moon
Whisper the air
Gaurd the deep blue
They, there to witness
little wonders in awe
Hold fast to the little lands,
little dreams more
Ever than not, in the waking up late
The owl t’whoed softly, ‘Look to your fate’
The whale swam upside them, their eyes on ascendancy, in notes of intensity, ‘Nay, this is your destiny’

Drawing done for #Inktober2018, Prompt: Tranquil

Title: Repose – cos I was listening to my sons composition, on repeat, of the same name. Sooo chill.

IW

Little Leaves

Hold me fast
As little leaves
Tell time, tell lies, tell me
Tell tales of old, wise dragons gold
Nights days,
Fill fantoms face.

Breathe my body
Feed my fire
Soften me, my sweet
Tempests taste
Soul embrace
Little leaves, lament.

IW

Sing To Us Still

We face ourselves to illiminate our woes, but what if we are trying to save ourselves from what ensures the picture of our own existence and that of Humanity?

The reason for which we abide is not always to confront, nor escape our trial or discomfort. The meaning and purpose of our lives and our place here is not only about us.

We may find ourselves doing things that we, or others, can make little sense of at times and I have found:

If I cannot escape perhaps I am not meant to, or just not at the time I think I should. If I cannot ‘break free’ from ‘my cross’ perhaps I am meant to pick it up and carry it to my end.

It is sacrifice, not always chosen. A thorn in our side – which keeps us human and maybe humble.

The reason and purpose are not always, even seldom, known.

I come to you with a word.
I come to you in this life.
The Universe is.

Apart and a part of all we hear.

She speaks, we speak

Sing to us still.

I.W.