bleeding solstice

how many feelings all lead to a similar truthe.

many chapters poured into the rivers of time.

an inward journey of inner reflection.

time shows its shadows along the depletion of loss.

a bleeding solstice of lunar reflections.

now is what has set from a dominating past.

a soft shadow forms upon the brim of each mental projection.

the will to want the want of better is the constant voice of reason

when day and night no longer deflect each other, i will no i have found

the correct path that will lead me to better.

mornings so full of hope, somehow so contrasted by an incomplete feeling at  night.

i peer into the eyes of truthe, the eyes that truly know my name.

the relection of myself looking back at me has invested its own price.

gentle prisms of time bend into completeness somehow.