Poems from Erysian
Listen to the whisper of the rocks, telling their ancient story.
Listen to the murmur of the river, speaking of past glory.
Listen to the...
There are things impossible, things unseen
In the darknesses between each sunbeam,
Nameless shadows, and wordless paths
Spun together in...
There are things in the shadows
That dare come out into the day
And grasp at my hands to tow
Me far away.
Alone I am nothing,
Gone in the...
Do you know what the thing about belt buckles is?
Oh, I know for sure, about that belt sellin’ biz.
You see, when they give you your...
Sometimes I wonder,
if what I write becomes reality?
In some distant universe my blunder
means catastrophe.
But if that is the case,...