Author, Poet, Linguist, and Avid Traveller.
You are the sun I am but the earth You bring light and life Into my every waking day You help me grow You bring me warmth
By Michelle MacLaren5 years ago in Poets
If everything is true, Then nothing is true. The odd paradox Of mankind. Reality tends to be subjective, But I think Therefore I am.
Across the water, By the Bay of Portree, Where stand many a fairy mound, And up a small stream, Beside a few-troden path,
Dark is the sky Darker the water Waves lap against the shore, The slightest of sounds, Amid an eerie calm. Gray is the sky,
There is silence There is darkness A single floorboard creeks There is silence There is darkness. The moon peaks out between the clouds
Flecks of white, Start to dot the sky, As the sun sets And Venus, the Morning Star, Begins to rise. One by one, Planets and constellations alike appear.
I stand beside the shore, Yearning for something more, As the waves lap at the sand beneath my feet. The air smelling of salt and yet almost sweet,