The sun is shining. The rain is falling. It sparkles as it dampens.

The moon is glowing. The clouds are blowing. Concealing the misty gleam.

Water flowing, my thirst quickens yet remains unquenchable.

The silence beckons. The music soars.

A siren’s song pulls away all thoughts but beauty. Destruction follows quickly.

Behold the breaking dawn.  Lament the waning night.

Celebrate the coming day. Fear what the future brings.

Gaining life I lose it. Forsaking life I gain it.

Run to the end so that the beginning may start.

What can I cling to in this upside down world?

None, but the one who holds it in place.

Living, loving, laughing, losing. Life.

~The Countess~


About texancountess

I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.
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