Only in Our World

05/12/10

I watch, as your hands
 reap the harvest of thought
Losing myself to your world of words
I end up in a place apart
Where everything else,
 is in a sea of darkness
Where an echoless silence can be heard
And you, are the only relief
A light that entices the moth
A flame that my eyes cannot look from
A ghost of a hope that once was lost
But one whose hand i can hold
One whose brown skin i can touch
In golden glow or in the moonlight
Where your pure features come alive
And all our senses delight
Where lust becomes feeling
And the powder is set alight
Where we will consume us
To our end, burning bright

Wood Burns: My Motto

Wood Burns: My Motto: "ALEA EST NON IACIO"

Its Latin for "the die is cast" and this only goes to say i will never live in the past. i am going to constantly remind myself that whatever happens to me, its already done and i can never rewind the time. anyway, as an artist i find it easier than most to move on with life as i can always express myself. this is the purpose of this blog - to share my mind with the world. its not that its a brilliant mind, but its certainly a different one, unique among the unique! anyway, i hope everyone enjoys my blog. ciao

My Motto

ALEA EST NON IACIO