Writing

I woke up late this morning to snow on the ground outside. It was raining as well. I remember thinking to myself, that’s not rain that’s snow. Is it?

the dark seems to wrap us in a silky soft embrace, 

your arms warm around me, 

around me in a way I can't believe. 

I'm no longer focused on film that's playing, 

tired sighs

jokes and smiling

but sad behind those eyes

don't even know how you're okay

are you?

From the rolling hills of emerald green

To herds of sheep grazing in the vast field
The charm of Eire never fails to be seen
Where forebears once frolicked is what thou shield

Will you still remain when time drifts away?

Golden hair withering into whiteness 

I beg that your wholehearted love will stay

You keep me sane and my worries at bay

Clouds

Poke a bear and it will chase you up a tree

Charging to their own paths

Mightier than rooted grass

So, we rise into the sky