National Poetry Month: Epistle

Epistle to a Loyal Friend

On these yonder frozen fields,
In the gaze of thy moonlight,
I spy thy heart’s inner ills,
the world a brush of starlight.

We come down to the river
deep in its waters we go
the cold instills a shiver
And I melt into the flow.

Tell me why we ride so far
down this mountain peak so high
to soar above ardent stars
Yet we always go awry.

Hope bleeds feeble melodies –
Despair blinds us to our proof
there’s no static destiny –
we must search for our own truth.

Chaos of Life

By Aibird

Open the door, step inside. Here you find a forest, teeming with animals and birds, which sweeps up the sides of snow-capped mountains. Here in the small pocket of beauty, one finds the essence of my soul. A writer at heart, I delve deep into the finer details of humanity's spirit, and seek to share with others what gems I uncover. I find life exciting and full of interesting surprises, and despite the great pain that often confronts me, I persevere with the joy in my heart still bubbling, and the light of my soul still aflame. There is a time and a place to introspect one's self, but often enough it is best to not look back in regret, but leap forward in the present toward the achievement of one's deepest dreams. I am a wanderer. An explorer. One place cannot contain me for long, but to my friends and family, I remain loyal, for love is not bound by time nor place. Once cultivated and nourished continuously, it binds people together on a journey through the unknown reaches of life.

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