Monday, 31 March 2014

Come Peace!

That whim, that spirit, stares at me with its hurting pride,
Diminishing it's traces, while I see something growing inside.

What needed me, to consent to that will,
My soul screams back, the same reasons still.

Something that has called, this silence overdue,
Has now willed, nothing to pursue..


  1. If what you seek is what stirred you deep within,
    Then pride is not the tavern you should be in.

    The screams and echoes of your soul
    are not just unheard in this place of old.

    And if what you pursue is noble to seek
    Then my fair lady, you have to be meek.

    For the way is hard
    And I am The Pathfinder.
    There are none that choose a difficult path
    Except for the Mystic and or the one asunder.

    So fret not about this passing world,
    For there are things of old.
    Who comes and who shall go
    Is not what people like us must ever follow or show.

    - M

  2. Achingly beautiful! :)
    Thank you.