Like stars on a treeyour mind sparkleswith dots of brillianceThough darkness and voidfar outweigh the specksof dazzlementBut noticeglobes and candyand toys and tinselornament the voidThe void is material,not emptyMatter exists,not hopelessWhere there is matterthere is something,not nothingWhere there is something,even in emptythere is hopeSee through the darknessStare into itWhat do you see?A reflectionYour face is … More Starry-eyed Dreamers
My heart had died,strangled, beaten,desire eaten by disease;black and blue, but crimsonseeped out.Like fallen tinder on trace ember,His gentle breath—hushes turned rhythmic glow.The threads of a cloud,its weave pulled apartby the light;one ray becomes two,two rays become seven.Hope is.
Leaves green in summercome flutter in fall.Oak, Cherry once richsurviving stand tall. Drab split-hardened skinscared naked exposed.Arms reaching to heav’ndread long dark and cold. Fearful of winter?Forgetful of spring?Hope fades but a wink.To rebirth you must cling. Blood pearls on Hollysmooth waxy rich green.Triumphant sweet Pine!Faith steadfast wise tree. Breathe forth sacred snownorth winds from … More Tree Wise of Winter
Brock Stephen Henning 