Vermis Meridiem

More Stars than There are

Return of Ideals

even in utter chaos, we must savor these small, isolated, and precious instances

 

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The Dying Cicadas

The Cicadas are Singing
Louder and Louder;
But no one sees them—
Invisible messengers they are,
Hiding behind leaves.

Their songs are ringing
Even more urgent now,
As their time is near—
Another conclusion of the year.

Can you hear?
In the echoing of these
Seemingly inexhaustible,
Dying Cicadas,
Distant yet vivid memories,
Of our Season
Soon-to-be-gone.

And are we, always unwary,
Startled, even a little—
To have come without a Choice,
To Seal
Another irretrievable Summer
Into just blurry dreams?

Sunday Love Solemnized

Good Set of Eyes

Blessed is thee
For thy watery,
Luminous eyes—

Capture and paint
Moments so rare
and precious
to the more unkind;

Cursed is also thee,
Whose pupil remains
Unsullied—

Too often
Falling prey to
the many hearts
Soiled.

Effort and Faith

“Now, let me share my Miracles.
Only, their ultimate effectiveness will be
determined by your efforts, and your faith.”

—Petrus of Thorolund, Dark Souls.

Motifs

the same notion can present itself in millions of ways, and we will never cease to be fascinated by it—for all the good reasons in living

Renovations

Trials in A Hot Spell

Bolts of Lightning,
In shivering thuds
So tumultuous,
Violently
Shook the roof above—

Ceilings once
so sure and secure,
Now rendered ragged,
powerless and brittle.

your small world
Disturbed;
Darkness seized, and
False Light interrupted.

A Calling
So clear—

For reevaluation;
to break away from
self-afflicting routines,

Yet the mind,
feeble and deprived of
Purpose,

Slacks,
Missing
Old Sins—

Once the rain
Subsides, along will fade
Memories of
this most Intimate
and Loud
Reminder…

But Resist
We must,
Goodness and Love
take Discipline,

We Must refrain,
Hold ourselves
From the perpetual
Hollows.

Write it all down!
So that after
this gentle humidity
recedes,

The Will
Remembers
to Fight,
to Learn,
to Crawl,
and to eventually Walk

Under the boiling Sun.

Standing Upright,
We each create
Testaments of true Heart
and Devotion—

Who shall survive
Past our time
In the blistering trials of
Hot Spells.

 

Bittersweet Faith

resignations: made sexy 

Summer

                                          to cherish it is our only right