Book

Dreams born of loose wills Chained to love, hate and silence Recalling our sight -EaglePoet 20170421

Monsters

Demons from below Clasping our shaking ankles Singing tainted songs Violent charms made by sirens Destroying what we call joy -EaglePoet 20170418

Spring

Bitter winds cease All goes silent They watch They wait For the sun to rise "Bring us light." They cry Hopeful their prayers were heard "I have come." They hear from the clouds. The sun climbs from the deepest sea Going beyond the highest peak Warming our fleeting hearts Welcoming your arrival Oh glorious spring …

Change

A scholar who loves comfort is not fit to be called a scholar. - Confucius, Analects

To be Loved

Il n’y a qu’un bonheur dans la vie, c’est d’aimer et d’être aimé. “There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved.” -George Sand  

Writing

Art crafted from words Breathing life into this page Reflecting my thoughts -EaglePoet 20170404