Here I sit, with a hunger in my belly, a fire in my soul. Fingers poised with passion. What will they write? I leave that to them. Perhaps a story of a flying man whose eyes blaze with power, perhaps a poem about a whisper that will not die. Perhaps it will be the history of a silent song, or maybe it will nor be any of these. Maybe it will not be words at all, but a silent gaze piercing the soul, a breath of life. Maybe a song, maybe a singer, maybe a note on which to fly beyond the clouds. A breeze lifting you higher, as high as a star, high enough to forget yourworld, high enough to discover a new one. A world of words. A world of dreams. A world that never dies, with eyes that never close, with flowers that never wilt, with songs that ever sing. A world where waters always run with the sound of angels wings. A world untouched, a world unspoiled. A world your own. Perhaps you have have seen it before. A world between two pages, where ink fades to blue, and words to green. Only a page? Only a page? Unbind your eyes inside and see. See the sun and the moon, and the worlds beneath. See a star born from a gentle hand, see a river, see a glen. See a deer with eyes afire whose golden feet grace the air. See a mountain rise from the dust, see a silent swan at rest. See a forest, see a moon, see a silent empty tomb. See a banner waving high, see the sunset, see the sky. Who knew a simple page contained so much? Who can forget. My fingers have spoken the words of my heart, the fire has scorched its trail, the passion has left its mark. Now, I will leave the fire to warm my hands another day.

          Hold, I hear your eyes speak. They are a tongue you cannot silence. Secrets the mouth holds in, the eyes reveal. I hear that your heart stings with insecurity, and I hear the quarry in your soul. You have dug deep, searching for what the earth does not provide. Each moment one more shovel pierces deep. You thought maybe gold would fill the gap, or perhaps silver would do the trick. Put down your shovel, for I know what you seek, and you will not find it there. With every moment that your eyes are on the earth, you miss what grows around you. Did the trees plant themselves? Did the sea create itself? Who told the mountains where to rise? Who put the longing in your eyes? Now do you see? The earth did not do this, the earth could not. Your eyes tell me that doubt freezes your tongue. Do not doubt for long, the wings of time beat fast and do not wait for hesitant souls. My heart waits for you on the horizon. The Sun has risen and will set again. When night falls it will be too late. Safety lies in the daylight, safety lies in the Sun. Your eyes have spoken, theyu have said much. Now close them for a moment, and listen to your heart.

          they say i aM a singing giant who sips silver tea from the golden cup of exIstence; they say i have patchwork wings Sown from the loom of the gaurdian moon; they say my eyes are the Color of the invisible sEa and my fingers sing the songs of Lost atlantis and speak the words of the ancient winds, but they know Little of who i am. i am no giAnt, i have no wings, my eyes are visible and my my fiNgers can neither sing nor spEak. i am simply a soaring bird whOse beak of brass chips away at the foUndations of the silver songs of the Sane.

          many moons have passed since The moment tHe corroded melodies escaped frOm the hidden tongUes of the silent seas, many moons have eclipsed the sight of falling Grains. now, little remains. few shall witness the arrival of the sHips from across the ancient towers of The primal fears. now the pain of realization must keep the shining tearS from the faces of the free.

          o wise crows, keep the onslAught of the cascading diamoNds far from the depths of my eternal haven, keep the razor jaws of the raven far from my Door.

          holding tight to the Rods of bias the wolves shed salty tears of promise, gripping in their steely jAws the burdeN of the feast. golden crowns lay screaming in the Dust as the earth shakes with the pain of simplicity. my mind no longer recalls the sweet syrup Of the wise gardens of regret. i am encoMpassed by the lies of reality.

          the tyrants of yearning now rule In the land, their golden claws of justice rebuild the fallen hands of the turbulent past. though the winds Destroy the sails of the ships of the undersea plateau, the golden kettle of knowledge steams still. reElingfrom the blow, the land quivers in its agony, the stony grapes crash to their watery graves. seeds of renewAl torment the reality of cosmic words. no longer Shall the wolves weep.

          A familiar smell, a well worn path, a sound that you have heard so many times. A spark is kindled inside, in a place that has been numbed by monotony. Then you realize that the faces you have seen so many times have souls behind their eyes. They see you like you see them, and you regret not seeing them for who you really are. All those words exchanged and smiles returned have carved an eternal place inside of you. The place is not a void though. They have not taken a piece away, but have added part of themselves. Your interaction has refined who you are, and influenced who they have become. There is so much you have done. Nine months seemed to slip by so quickly, and at times you wanted it to completely disappear. Those faces you have grown to appreciate and even love, seemed so inconvenient and frustrating at times. In time, those harsh memories will be forgotten and you will remember them for who they really are. That spot in your heart will warm, the only chill is one of regret, that you did not always say the right words, do the right thing, or give enough of yourself. That too will pass and you will smile. So much has happened in only a breath of time. It is time to breathe again. You wonder how you let it pass, how you let it slip so fast. Time's skin is waxed by our own blindess. Time's wings beat in a silent fury. Now you sit and watch as this time that has been built by you and built you in return, stretches its wings. You smile as it leaves your hand and climbs toward the clouds. You know this bird will forever fly.