Where you see sorrow, I see sweet dreams captured in Precious pearls of hope. If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on drops on a leaf shortly after a rainfall .
Oh so much sorrow, What makes your heart that heavy? Tears fall in silence. If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on a purple flower with its stem bent in the middle.
Just a few chips, Fallen Brief mid-spring snow… Cruel surprise, May sorrow For an old friend’s Final fall, Missing autumn’s Colorful festival by Just a few moons… And only leaving As a silent goodbye A trail of tree blood By the roadside…. If you want to know what After Eight Moments are…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
Beauty sometimes just doesn’t need to be worded…. If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired: Close up of yellow lillies.
Wrapped in night’s silence… Sorrow running on your cheek, Your secret is safe! If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired: Night close up on a yellow flower covered with rain drops.
If you can look A pearl of pain Straight in the eyes, As it leaks, Liquid sorrow seeping From her crushed Cotton candy heart Down her flushed Burning cheek… And not want To offer a shoulder to cry on. You are not a man. If you want to…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
Dance with me Sorrow Through the day Through the night In the darkness And the light… Lead my bare feet in the mud. Dance with me Sorrow Cast your shadow Down on me Like a black crow In a tree… Watch my fall, enjoy the thud. Dance with me Sorrow Just two foes Swaying…… Continue reading Dance with me…
Layered pain… Peeling the bittersweet memories off your tormented onion heart… You shed, sorrow skins. Fragile reminders of your forever fierce vulnerability…
Home is a strange concept for me. Most people need to return to their house to feel ”home”. Most people have a place where they feel grounded. I never had roots, I don’t feel any attachment to a certain place. I often got sorry looks when I tried to explain my rootlessness. I don’t…… Continue reading Home.
She ate melancholy by the spoon, directly from the jar… All her aprons stained with sorrow scars… Knittting misery mittens and misery scarfs. Making sigh-beads Necklaces alone In the dark… Not a shriek, not a squeal, not a howl… Just waiting for the night, to take her final bow.
Cyranny's Cove 