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Possessive love

a delicate heart burdened
by possessive love; a load too heavy

burning within
the yearning for freedom

and as a calm darkens
dawn will not bring light

this night
the tender cage will be broken

quiescence will turn to rage


Orange clouds

walking beneath orange clouds
in the distance ~ a solitary tree

it feels like the sky is slowly falling down on me
as I try to cross this field of waving grain

I'm tired
maybe I should just lie down
let the clouds kiss me
goodnight

Sigh: The last goodbye

The last goodbye - Billy Boyd 🎢



This is the song that concludes the trilogy of The Hobbit, filmed by Peter Jackson. To me it is even more than that. It is the perfect goodbye to both The Lord of the Rings as well as The Hobbit. What a magnificent journey the actors, producers and all others on the set have taken in participating in filming the mighty fantasy world created by Tolkien. It truly must have been a bit sad having to say goodbye to their characters, the world they were creating and to each-other. This was an epic undertaking and one I can imagine they will never forget.


Lyrics:

I saw the light fade from the sky
On the wind I hear a sigh
As the snowflakes cover my fallen brothers
I will say this last goodbye

Night is now falling
So end this day
The road is now calling
And I must away
Over hill and under tree
Through lands where never light has shone
By silver streams that run down to the sea

Under cloud, beneath the stars
Over snow one winter's morn
I turn at last on paths that lea…

No longer a home

The house is silent. Even the walls have stopped whispering and the floorboards no longer creak.
The air is thick with memories. Dust has settled on shelves filled with bits and pieces of the past. In the attic secrets lie dormant.
This is no longer a home. I close the door.

Munia Khan

“I wish to spend a lifetime near a lighthouse where loneliness will be the glimmer of luminous prancing upon ocean waves… rising and falling only for my breathing.”

― Munia Khan

Empty harvest

this fall's empty harvest of souls
a figure cloaked in black dwells the deserted streets
where lights no longer are lit
and doors stay closed
our houses will slowly degrade to rubble
until they'll finally disappear
Death will bury the memory of us
for we are no longer here

Hope

life holds on to hope
and hope knows no boundaries
always - everywhere

She's lost

drifting out toward the open sea
on the current of dark thoughts
her heart already lost

her hand is slowly slipping out of mine
as I try to hold on, but fail
she has simply lost strength to stay
and I am no longer her buoy

I know one day, soon
they will call me
- she's gone