Day: July 7, 2019

The sun had shone on a perfect day, buzzing with the sound of summer. The air was full of small noises… the distant squeals and laughter of children playing, insects busily going about their job, music carried on the breeze, the tearing of grass beyond the garden fence where the cattle munch their way through the lush green field and the constant song of birds. It was one of those days where you could read the season from its soundtrack, even here in the village.

Much later, I sat outside while the dog dozed in the cool night air and there was silence. It wasn’t just quiet … there was no breeze to rustle the leaves on the trees, no wisps of speech from late-night television wafting through open windows…not even the usual muted roar of the occasional car on the main road. With the door closed behind me to…

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Love after Love

When the flame has swallowed the wax

When the candle is no more

Then you will see your love waiting

In green fields by golden gates

Castle walls that shine like mirrors polished

Your journey will not be taken

On swift straight roads

It will be as if you walk through brambles thorns

Harsh winter winds, flame will not warm your bones

Your life will be tested, the road steep

Your heart will not let love wither away

As you journey through the underworld

Your own hand will guide you

To where death has taken him

When you reach the darkest part of your journey

When you think the end cannot be reached

Unclench your fist, light the candle you held for so long…