Deuscain

Tarnished

The mirror reveals
a face changed by the ages,
no trace left of youth.

The shadows soften
by flickering candlelight
and too much red wine.

There once was a wind
that blew through my heart,
whistling on its merry way.

But one day my tears dried up
and my heart became arid and desolate.
Neither sand nor sky stirred
and the wind stilled to empty gusts.

With a simple touch,
you lit a fire inside me
which burns to this day.

Today marks the 3rd anniversary of the creation of my Tumblr writing blog.

It’s sometimes surprising that what started out as a little project grew into this.

Three years in, 700+ posts. Good times, good times 🙂

Little lost boy on the eye of the world
whispers prayers to unknown gods
and when he asks “Why?”
the night offers only reflection.

People aren’t perfect –
we each have our personal
virtues and vices.

She bares her shoulder
so painfully slowly that
moments feel like days.

She shone.
Graceful through the pain,
she shone

The night swallowed her
inch by precious inch until
there was nothing left.