Coming Forth

 

The dimming of days will come in December. What do we get from such things? A chance for quiet without expectations. Watching the light move slowly across the floor and land in a pool of tremors. 

Playground of the Gods

After the last tear was shed I became empty. The darkness of life opened up to day, and swept away the clouds. Soon the earth became a playground, the playground of Gods, of spirits, of persons dead so long ago. A playground of the living as well, borrowing what time they have from the future, which holds no promises except for an ending. At that time the Gods will go home, and take their angels with them.