Wastelands of White (Christmas Ghost III)

Wastelands of White
(Christmas Ghost III)

Long time gone
And world’s away
We embraced the Stars
In the beauty and light
Of ages passed
And memories of gold
And watched a world
Transformed by good

But the road grew dark
Through a thousand nights
And wandered far
From the stories once told
Tales full of wonder
Alive with the truth
Now hard to remember

Like so many faces
lost in the crowd
Traditions in fragments
Shrouded by fog
Pieces of stained glass
Lying upon the ground

This is the ghost
Come in from the storm
White as the snow
From which it was made
Looking for something
That has become lost
Amidst frozen horizons
And wastelands of white
Where once there was warmth
And wealth of Spirit
When the heavenly realms
Drew near our homes

Waiting in silence
For the joy to begin
To again hear Angels
Sing upon the wind
And the extraordinary color
Of myriads of lights
Peace and forgiveness
Good Will towards all
At this time of all Times
To rekindle the fires
Upon the hearth
In this season of seasons
On this holiest of nights


The Traveler.

Lost In Thought

‘There is a dark side to much in this world and within that there lie darker sides still. There are dark sides to much of our hearts and within those, darker still.

However there is also an almost incomprehensible beauty all around us and in us. Sometimes when faced with the dark around you, you must turn to face the beauty inside you. Other times you’re faced with the dark inside you and you must turn to face the beauty all around you.
That…or be consumed by the darkness; in turn transforming what little hope remained into naught but despair.

No one really wants that. We all desire beauty. Each of us holds a special place for hope in our hearts. When we lose hope, or become those struggling to see beauty and light, we’ve simply been staring at the darkness too long.

I’ve been told there is only darkness…

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Feel the stillness of the hours
The fragrance of times ago
Twilit memories
Filled with dreams
Floating gently on the wind
Lost longings
For longings lost
Like a sunset through the trees
painted in watercolor
over another scene
Or the slowly circling mists
That open softly on the moon
Tinged often with regret
That all was left far too soon
Never again to wander
Upon these hallowed paths
Down towards the water
To embrace the sea at last
gazing at the night
With one last loving glance
To fall amidst the waves
And press the sands of time
Forever into daydreams
Upon these silent shores

The last Solstice

This pretty much wrote itself.



The last solstice

It’s winter in the east
And snow drifts upon the great wall
There’s a chill in the air around Nagasaki
As our hemisphere looks away from the sun
Into the starry oasis of the night
The decades have come to rest here
Full with the memories of years
Clouds drifting along the stratosfear
In canyons of dreams and visions
And we have sat enthralled
Never begrudging the tyranny that beauty holds over our hearts
Nor the longing written into the soundtrack of our lifes
The watercolor wash of the decades have had their way
And I am the better for it.
And though strangers we remain
I take my leave with a grateful heart
Upon which your songs will forever play

For Edgar Froese

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Raining Worth.

Lost In Thought

‘She watched the rain as it gently pattered down on the cobblestone around her feet. All was quiet and calm, as if the entire world had gone to nap.
“Does it ever go away?” She asked without looking up. He looked at her, slightly smiling. He thought back to being that age. So much uncertainty. So many different paths to ponder.

He let out a sigh as he considered his answer.
“I suppose you mean the overwhelming uncertainty, the unnerving feeling that your time is running out; full well knowing you have more time than the rest of us. Not understanding who you are or what you’re supposed to do with that when you figure it out.”

She glanced up at the grey clouds, nodding. Her eyes held many questions and struggles she had yet begun to sort through.

“No.” He said, responding to her nod. “At least, not significantly…

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Different Thinkers. World Changers.

I gotta reblog this because it’s true and I couldn’t say it any better myself!

Lost In Thought

In the short time I’ve lived, I have found myself inspired and drawn to the epic, abstract; the abnormal brilliance of different thinking.

Authors have best suited me if it they wrote about worlds that dazzled the mind. Creatures so strange, they were almost hard to think about. Ideas that land far from normal. Writers who are different thinkers tend to change the game. Tolkien and Lewis to name a couple.

There are more different thinkers than just authors though.

It’s hard for me not to admire those who dared to think something the vast majority refused to believe in at first. Innovators who refused to give up because they were thought to be crazy. Individuals who dared to believe in “impossibilities”.

– A world that wasn’t flat.

– An earth that orbited the sun, not vice versa.

– A Son of God who displayed a thinking that was the…

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Show yourself
Put down your gun
Reveal your soul
All the damage done
Whistle the wind
down the ally-way
Rustling the leaves
that cover your fate
Take off the masks
Every one you wear
The phantom colors
All the fragrant Aires
When the music plays
It breaks your heart
So many years
alone in the dark
Step into the light
Out of shadow and shame
Raising your eyes
to a horizon of change
Seeking the truth
The price has been paid
But the tempest still rages
and your plans are unmade
Till the music returns
like nails in the rain
and pierces your heart
With your own true name