Thursday, December 18, 2008


when a spirit aches
and has been broken
time and time again
silent tears etch trails
of aether sadness
in faint smile lines
lost in the way it happens

cold and bitter winds
howl like one forsaken
frozen rain beats
out the time of pain
with no rhyme nor reason
still perhaps
beauty's found in madness

and so the wanderer goes on
as if it matters
as if she cares
a follower of moon and sun
aware of the rare chance it does

found this link while on a search for a title to the poem, then the vid

warning - it's opera, but the music is awesome

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