And next year’s words await another voice.”
Some may read the words, others not. But the poem or the story never truly ends. The writers will write and singers will sing and every tomorrow is just another beginning. The human heart and voice, just like the muse is something eternal. And when we all drop off the map or walk somewhere off into the afterlife another kid will be there to take our place. Dreaming and creating their story, their poem, the world.
~ R.M. ENGELHARDT
If love = desire
How much we could have learned.
If knights could have defeated dragons,
steadfast, strong and true, I would
have been all of these things for you.
But love thee, love thee not,
cancel my thoughts beside the vast
cataclysm of unwanted dreaming.
And here in the dark my existence still
lingers for the spark which you have
ignited once more “abandoned”