Elucidating Questions

In a far away no where, a cabin in the woods. The forest all around, a field beyond where the horses run.

A beach as the field runs to the end.

Rolling hills, tumbling streams, the stars visible at night.

Visitors come and visitors go, the days pass on in quiet.

The birds fly through the skies, the badgers in the dens, the rabbits in the fields,

The pheasants and the ents.

The forest continues, back miles and miles,

The deer run through thickets, the green grows in wild.

The hills that rise, the mountain far away, the snow on the peaks, the trees part way up.

The vast sky, the blues and the greys.

Rain tumbles down, into the valley, the fireflies dance,

The flowers in bloom, the midspring summer,

Owls scream their cries

Night signals the end.

If you connect the dots of connected words to songs that were, but weren’t and then were

You learn of things you didn’t need to know, or things that have no consequence thus

The stories that were and the words that ran through, it doesn’t change or become different

It’s the same words they don’t change, but meanings do.

The actions were past or different or backwards.

Regardless of reasons the bow in the sky with many arrows,

The sweeping wings in the feathers on the arrows.

The pen in the clouds, the ocean keeps coming, the waves keep calling

They flow in and out, the feeling of pulling the dragging of doubt.

The body so tired, the mind so thin, the want to go, even when everything hurts.

So exhaustion, the lack of sleep, memories taken or memories received

It just makes it harder. It doesn’t fix it.

There is the repeat in dreams, the silence of the morning. The realisation that this will be long, lonesome, and nothing.

Watching those around living their dreams and growing, finding love and living.

Silence in a box, at the mercy of nothing.

Endless days of emptiness and solitude.

Seeing them enjoying while trapped, muzzled, nothing.

Seeing those who get to play and sing, while years of silence as the voice forgets how.

Tricked into false hope that today wouldn’t come.

The knowledge of a life wasted before it’s over, nothing to do nothing to gain only watching as it gets worse.

Years long.

Years alone.

Years watching.

A long time. A long end to wasted nothing, staring at the end of the road and wanting it to come closer.

It’s not short, it’s too far, and I have to go there alone

I have to go there alone.

I wish I could leave.

Planets risen in the evening light, love and justice, after all, just a journey to find a place. And the two who have risen to take a place indeed.

To let the love know that this one light stays, singing to the number one lover of the system, even with others gathered.

There is a golden star.

The Horizon appears on fire, the sky screams overhead,

That this answer breaks.

Of course it does, as it does every day. After all the song didn’t.

Sent for the proof of something never found, sent to try to find it.

And how unfortunate.

Red skies climbing up the side of the mountain, the hues bleeding through on top.

Shreds of the wind the oranges of the second horizon, the pinks and greys as the dark blues fade in.

Thicker air of an evening of still air, the light of the first far away light.

Jupiter rising over the skies as the first of the night awakens and a far away metal bird cuts through the sky.

A single missing evening star, whose drums play clear, in any regard.

At the lip of Twilight as the colours bleed away into the night, before the darkness sets the night’s colours alight.

Goodnight to one star, and good morning to billions,

Good night to some stars, good morning to others.

To the one left behind who must be resting. The need to recover in order to return, how it must feel to be wondering how it all goes.

As the sun sets down where it has gone from there, and the evening sets in the summerlike air, taking a breath and getting some sleep.

Those whose bodies gave in were simply those who needed rest. Not to mean losing or anything of the like, simply a time for rest and thoughts.

I wish you some quiet and hope you don’t feel alone.

Watching the sun sink farther away as the world spins and the oceans pour around, the bubbling of water and the pounding of the drum,

The words that fall out and the people who hear, all those who listen and know not to fear,

The ever spinning world and her ever changing sphere.