Time Has Wings; It Flies With The Speed of LightOh, well,enough none sense... One journal entry per month seems to be a nice idea. Instead of diary, this should be called Chronicle of the Moon.
The WindThe WindThe Wind
Grand and elegant was the worldly gust It pushed through the waiting trees And made them danced and sang to its pleasure
How lively and light was the ever-changing breeze It jumped across branch to branch Took with it the adventureous leaves one by one
Soft and quiet was the zephyr from the setting sun It chased fallen leaves upon the ground In a game of hide-and-seek
Mild and cool was the waft of air A pround mare from the rising silver moon It teased my long hair and made them flowing with its music
Warm and sweet was th
FeathersFeathersFeathers
The feathers flew across the sky wide Blow away along with the sister wind
Careless and free Like soft, soft snow Dancing through air
Uncaring and free Flickering between uncertain twilight Hours of waking dawn And the light of approaching dusk
Careless and free It travels on starlight Moonshine and sunbright
Ode to the HawkOde to the HawkOde to the Hawk
Hawk’s eyes, so bright Like two gleaming stars Shine with clear, silver light Watch the land far and wide
Hawk’s wings, snow white Guide the body high in the sky Over the clouds, the hawk’s flight Fearless it rides The wind of Time
Hawk’s talons, sharp and strong Grips its prey with unending strength Slashes its enemy with deadly grace And clenches its friends To a mystery dance
Hawk’s spirit, fierce yet gentle Heart of pure and eyes of mirrors A hawk sees true and clear &nb
The ColosseumThe ColosseumThe Colosseum
The ancient stones can speak They tell of a time of glory and blood Of wilder beasts' piercing howls And brave men's last battle cries
The ancient stones can recall The time when the ground was colored By the red waters of Life The air, filled with moaning
But they also remember When the golden sunrays bring salvation To the most courageous of all To stand alone among fallen swords And the winds of freedom forever caressing
Yes, the ancient stones can recollect The time of glory and blood
The MaskThere's one thing about me, you never will guess, Unless I wish to tell you, which, right now, is a yes.The Mask
You see, I've been hiding, something from you, And I figured it was time, to spit out what's true.
For as long as I, can remember, Starting way back, in a younger December,
I've worn a mask, and it's quite perfect, Over the years, I've learned to collect,
My feelings inside, this bottled self, And store them away, on the highest shelf.
So, all you can see, and all you can hurt, &nb
Quetzalcoatl
Content
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Once a dreamer, always a dreamer.
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Aim for the moon because even if you miss you will land amongst the stars.
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Aim for the moon because even if you miss you will land amongst the stars.
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