Submissions by Flameweaver

A bird can fly a crooked path
A wolf can speak of a broken world
Life carries on
But in every little corner
In ever single world
Hidden from view and thought is hope
Hope prevails in a broken world
Where we fly a crooked path
A path that is paved with silver sorrow
And a ray of golden hope

I’m not afraid of death
Death is inevitable
Everyone dies
There is no joy of life
Without death
Life and death are linked as one
If one comes the other follows
A baby born receives life from a soul
An old man dies and a baby receives life.
The circle of life
Life and death are inevitable
They come hand in hand
You are not afraid of life
Why be afraid or what comes with life
It makes no difference either way
Everyone dies
And I will welcome death
It is not the end
It is the beginning of something better
The beginning...

a proud man walks down a broken path
his collar up, head down, back straight
rain beats down upon his back
a tear runs down a stony cheek
falling into an endless stream
a red tear among the transparent
a poet
beaten down by all the rest
a red tear turns pink
until it turns transparent
unless...
a proud man walks down a broken path
his collar up, head down, back straight
rain beats down upon his back
a tear runs down a stony cheek
he is alone or so he thought
the man is joined by another
and another...
and another......