Ethereal-Art-Poetry

Somethings just aren’t meant to last the brightest fires burn out too fast Twilight twinkles like a sword that we have cast into each other’s soul Will we wonder? in the end What happened to the magic? we once shared Everything now feels a little upside down I mean it feels like everything has been turned around What seems so right feels wrong somehow Just like being lost feels like you've just been found Everything feels like it's coming down the more we built it up The more it crumbles to the ground When sadness overwhelms you Your heart feels like a stone I'll be there for you You never are alone When your dreams begin to wane and you feel only the weight of defeat Just call out my name sweetheart I'll be there in a heartbeat When you feel cold and empty The only color you see is grey Please remember these words I love you Forever and a day In our final breaths will we finally know? We once held all the possibilities Of something better than you and much more important

My eyes reflect in the curling waters, that flow unchallenged under the footbridge, flowing on, swirling and carrying the leaves of lost tenderness, of the year passed, and caressing the bright half moon, see it so soon, see the tender bright moon. My eyes catch the chill in the air, that is not so cold as it it could be, and spider webs hang laden with pearls. Where does the night end? The blackness far outreaches the imagination. Out stretching night, Pointing fingers within the leafless hedges and trees, leafless, but not wordless. The brook chatters with the spirits, and casting spells under stars the scene shifts focus and I am drawn deeper, drawn into the many currents, like life, life thoughts, like the inter marriage of breath and being. But where must we go now? 'Where' is a new world, a world that is far removed from the concrete cities of endless hassle and fractious noise. And so.... Where does the night end? Out stretching night, Pointing fingers within

Ovaléma! (Enough!/Хапіць!) Tapichakuéra oreko mba'e tee (The people possess the heritage/Людзі маюць спадчыну) Mburuvicha Yvyvusu pegua (Of the Grandy Duchy/Вялікага Княства) Og̃uahẽ sapy’a, tenondépe! (The time has come, onwards!/Прыйшоў час, наперад!) Mokõipapoteĩ puku áryma (Twenty six long years already/Дваццаць шэсьць доўгіх гадоў ужо) Che aĩma amano hag̃uáicha (I'm prepared to die/Я гатовы(♂)/гатовая(♀) загінуць) Nde haguã ko churuchuchupe (For you in this revolution/Для цябе ў гэтай рэвалюцыі) Vielorrúsia ojehayhúva (Beloved Belarus/Каханная Беларусь) Koʼág̃a térã araka’eve! (Now or never/Зараз ці ніколі) Heta ára pukukue, jejopy (For such a long time, oppression/Для такога доўгага часу, прыгнёту) Ha "Ovaléma" heʼi hikuái (And "Enough" they said/Ды «Хапіць» сказалі) Ko tembiaporã tekosa’y (This is an independence crusade/Гэта паход дзеля незалежнасьці) Morotĩ-Pytã-Morotĩ Poyvi (Flag of the White-Red-White/Сьцяг бел-чырвона-белы) Angirũguéra, eju ehecha (Friends, come

I was in love and by every indication, I felt Christine was in love with me. With Christine I felt a warmth and closeness, I’d never experienced before. We shared our times together joyfully, like small children wrap up in a blanket of wonder and innocence. It seemed that nothing could ever break the bind. Through her, life held purpose, but like a child, my innocence was soon shattered. We had planned the trip only days in advance, but it seemed right the moment we uttered the words. New Year’s Eve was near, and we decided to rent a Honeymoon cabin in the mountains. No, marriage or anything as conventional as that was ever discussed. Who needed marriage when the perfect Honeymoon could be arranged? We already lived together and felt we would do so for the rest of our natural lives. The cabin itself was only a two-hour drive but a world away in so many ways from our home. We packed up the necessities and headed to our dream car to begin our adventure to the mountains. The car was a