Morning-cast shadows
Accompanied the steps I made
Half-way through the airy hall
I stopped and gazed
Skywards, past the windows
Momentary, a still cloud
And back across the room
Where you were found.
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Fixated, his gaze
As he stands, unaware that
He too is being watched.
(Photography by AdamTFK@Shutterstock)
I hate Valentine’s Day, for
My love will not be contained;
It is timeless and without end
I hate Valentine’s Day, for
Flowers and gifts put a price on
Your love, priceless and free
I hate Valentine’s Day, for
Our love transcends this physical state
To a place higher than imaginable
I hate Valentine’s Day, for
Our souls entwine long before
We chanced this day to meet.
May the year of the audacious Monkey bring much liveliness and good fortune to all.
Poised and armed, it is here I stand
A soldier awaits his time to strike when
My sword is sharpened and time is nigh
When they come for the kill victory shall be mine
Though I am but a mere fighter
I go forth with a greater cause
That magnitude in the eyes of men are
Unimportant in higher calls
So will you stand with me my brethren
And flank us at our sides
Onwards to where we’re meant to go
Till we go home at morning’s light.
Awl and Scribe 