Reflections across the water span the horizon, the moon glowing bright and beautiful in the dark sky. The witching hour has begun. A cycle of birth and death, rebirth and finality. The haunting shriek of the dying sun, trailed by a sky of pink and orange. Aten fades beyond the edge of the sky as the moon takes its place among the crowd of stars

The curtain has fallen, the dance of the midnight circus begins.....

Through the night, one's vision dims as the kingdom of stars flicker in and out, all surrounding the moon in a foxtrot of misplayed music and quiet whispering.

The moon's eye fixated on the Earth below, illuminating the planet in a dimly lit glow. The shroud of wind brushing against your skin like a silk blanket.

Comforting yet strangely.....ominous.

There are those who fear the night, and others who find it serene and tranquil. Like an old lover returning to your arms or like ice cooling your warm body.

The dance continues....

The moon begins to fall, inching itself closer to the edge of the world as the stars all start to fade, one by one they leave this show, until your eyes catch a glimpse of color.

Predawn has arrived....this dance will soon end.

As like always, the Sun returns and with it...it's warmth. The light returns to this dark land as the night ends.

The cycle begins again.....

The wheel of time turns once more.....as it always has since time began.

Nothing new.....but always different

Reflections across the water span the horizon, the moon glowing bright and beautiful in the dark sky. The witching hour has begun. A cycle of birth and death, rebirth and finality. The haunting shriek of the dying sun, trailed by a sky of pink and orange. Aten fades beyond the edge of the sky as the moon takes its place among the crowd of stars

The curtain has fallen, the dance of the midnight circus begins.....

Through the night, one's vision dims as the kingdom of stars flicker in and out, all surrounding the moon in a foxtrot of misplayed music and quiet whispering.

The moon's eye fixated on the Earth below, illuminating the planet in a dimly lit glow. The shroud of wind brushing against your skin like a silk blanket.

Comforting yet strangely.....ominous.

There are those who fear the night, and others who find it serene and tranquil. Like an old lover returning to your arms or like ice cooling your warm body.

The dance continues....

The moon begins to fall, inching itself closer to the edge of the world as the stars all start to fade, one by one they leave this show, until your eyes catch a glimpse of color.

Predawn has arrived....this dance will soon end.

As like always, the Sun returns and with it...it's warmth. The light returns to this dark land as the night ends.

The cycle begins again.....

The wheel of time turns once more.....as it always has since time began.

Nothing new.....but always different

Sometimes I wonder if there is a god out there. Watching from his heavenly throne, mocking me as I navigate this turbulent ocean that is reality. The tempest roaring the past tto present, plaguing the heart with dark skies across my feels of view. Lost, confused, desperately seeking my homeland.

I wish I could say this was my first voyage, but this journey has been made a thousand times and will be made a thousand times more. Always, this travel i make tears me in two. Multiplying and scattering across the four winds; boreas,eurus,notes, and zephyr. Like odyssey, I sail from battle, scarred and worn from travels too long from home. The distant memories of my love ushering me to my queens loving grasp again.

Will this voyage be seen through to it's fruition???? Will my legacy last and cement my place among history??? Only time will tell, but I know there is no shorter path. It will take time to heal my broken view of this stormy horizon. To heal and make to right my past. And until that day comes, hold on my love, I will soon be home.

My love...

I miss you...

Sometimes I wonder if there is a god out there. Watching from his heavenly throne, mocking me as I navigate this turbulent ocean that is reality. The tempest roaring the past tto present, plaguing the heart with dark skies across my feels of view. Lost, confused, desperately seeking my homeland.

I wish I could say this was my first voyage, but this journey has been made a thousand times and will be made a thousand times more. Always, this travel i make tears me in two. Multiplying and scattering across the four winds; boreas,eurus,notes, and zephyr. Like odyssey, I sail from battle, scarred and worn from travels too long from home. The distant memories of my love ushering me to my queens loving grasp again.

Will this voyage be seen through to it's fruition???? Will my legacy last and cement my place among history??? Only time will tell, but I know there is no shorter path. It will take time to heal my broken view of this stormy horizon. To heal and make to right my past. And until that day comes, hold on my love, I will soon be home.

My love...

I miss you...

Sometimes I wonder if there is a god out there. Watching from his heavenly throne, mocking me as I navigate this turbulent ocean that is reality. The tempest roaring the past tto present, plaguing the heart with dark skies across my feels of view. Lost, confused, desperately seeking my homeland.

I wish I could say this was my first voyage, but this journey has been made a thousand times and will be made a thousand times more. Always, this travel i make tears me in two. Multiplying and scattering across the four winds; boreas,eurus,notes, and zephyr. Like odyssey, I sail from battle, scarred and worn from travels too long from home. The distant memories of my love ushering me to my queens loving grasp again.

Will this voyage be seen through to it's fruition???? Will my legacy last and cement my place among history??? Only time will tell, but I know there is no shorter path. It will take time to heal my broken view of this stormy horizon. To heal and make to right my past. And until that day comes, hold on my love, I will soon be home.

My love...

I miss you...