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May 2016 · 389
Quote #8
Hadrian Veska May 2016
Nothing is born
Of its own fruition
No intelligence simply
Springs into existence

Everything is created

We search for our maker
Just as our creations
Will search for us
Long after we're gone


-Hadrian Veska
May 2016 · 713
Whisper in the Wind
Hadrian Veska May 2016
A young girl
From a broken home
Walked to church
Down the street alone

The snow has just
Begun to fall
As she opened the door
To the entrance hall

The sanctuary
Calm and at peace
As she stepped up
Seeking release

She closed her eyes
And spoke a prayer
As a presence
Filled the air

When she left
Her home so black
She had not expected
An answer back
May 2016 · 394
Quote #7
Hadrian Veska May 2016
Disease is contagious
If you aren't careful

Laughter is contagious
If you're in the mood

But hope,

Hope is contagious
No matter the circumstances


-Hadrian Veska
May 2016 · 852
Through the Glass
Hadrian Veska May 2016
I've seen you from across time
A penny a year a decade a dime
I've waited for the right time
Waiting for our worlds to rhyme


But I was too slow
I lost track of your time
My memory ran low
Your faded from my mind


So I look out through this broken glass
Trying to catch a glimpse of the past
Because now no matter what I do
That's the only way I can see you
May 2016 · 984
Those That Wander
Hadrian Veska May 2016
The sea has turned to glass
The sky so paper thin
I feel like I must walk forever
To keep from caving in
May 2016 · 583
Everlasting
Hadrian Veska May 2016
In the dark night sky
Far stars may be dead
But a single thought
Swirls in my head

A deep yearning
For the things unknown
And ever since birth
Has this desire grown

To see the great mysteries
That haunt my mind
To search the cosmos
My soul to find

But the thing with such questions
Both a blessing and a curse
Is that they only breed more
For better or worse

And long after I'm gone
The world passed away
Shall my memory linger
To again light the way

Of a curious young soul
Peering at the night sky
Wondering if indeed
Stars can truely die
May 2016 · 322
You Are {not} Alone
Hadrian Veska May 2016
The thunder clapped in the heavens
Followed by a burst of lightening
That lit the night sky ablaze

I had failed in my quest
The world I meant to save
Turned to ashes before my eyes

The rain poured down
On the mounds of dead bodies
That I was too weak to save

"You are alone" he scoffed
As he stood before me
His voice the very thunder itself

Though he wasn't wrong
I was alone now
And had always been

I was no longer fighting for salvation
My sole purpose now was revenge
For those innocence that lay slaughtered

I was badly wounded
But I raised my sword once more
As blood flowed down the blade

Then I charged
With all the strength I could muster
One last time

And as I ran I thought I heard
Voices far off in the distance
Calling out to me saying,

"You are not alone"
May 2016 · 325
Lost Ones
Hadrian Veska May 2016
Where do those
That once wait run
When lights recede
And time is done?

Who have since birth
In darkness slept
While their ancient
Mother wept

Their home now lost
Among time and space
Beneath the heavens
Swirling grace

And ever more
Does their goddess weep
Behind dead stars
Lost light to keep
May 2016 · 405
Quote #6
Hadrian Veska May 2016
What is man
But the culmination
Of sin and circumstance


-Hadrian Veska
May 2016 · 878
Quote #5
Hadrian Veska May 2016
They say a picture is worth
A thousand words
But without the words
And stories behind it

A picture is meaningless


-Hadrian Veska
May 2016 · 354
Ill Visit
Hadrian Veska May 2016
We heard the words
But knew not what to say
So we returned
To the work of the day

Strange folk had come
From unknown place
To share with us
And with our race

They spoke with ease
Yet moved not their tounge
They spoke for hours
Until the lights hung,

To this day I can't recall
The greater of things they said
Nor their ancient stories
Which now have left my head

The only thing I do remember
Is a repeated phrase they spoke,

"Then, then when the sky is red,
And shadows bloom
Inside your head,
When the heavens break
And all is dead,
Then you will know
What we have said."
May 2016 · 675
Love Poems
Hadrian Veska May 2016
I don't like love poems

I think most of them are awful

Boring and insincere

Yet I write them anyway

Hoping to attain the feeling

That they all so deeply try to express

Love
May 2016 · 380
Art
Hadrian Veska May 2016
Art
I don't think you're pretty
I think you're a lot like art
Not meant to be pretty
Meant to make me feel something
May 2016 · 397
Quote #4
Hadrian Veska May 2016
Anger is not an emotion
It comes from the inability
To handle other emotions

-Hadrian Veska
May 2016 · 363
Envelop
Hadrian Veska May 2016
A broken hero
In a fallen land
Leans against a tree
No longer to stand

Death surrounds him
And so does it's god
Bidding him rest
No longer to trod

She whispers sweet songs
Without time in his ear
Lay down to rest
There's nothing to fear

Just close your eyes
And Drift with me
To the land of The fallen
The realm of the free

She carried him off
With a tear in her eye
As she did the hero thought
It's not so bad to die
May 2016 · 954
Conditions of the Heart
Hadrian Veska May 2016
I see you every day
But I've never said a word
And even if I did
You never would've heard

I really should avoid
Even looking your way
My heart can barely handle
The words I hear you say

But that's nothing new
My heart is meek
The scar across my chest
Proves I am weak

My father died
Of heart disease
And passed it down
To me with ease

I'll never join you
To run around
To smell the fresh air
And feel the cool ground

And so I'll stay content
Protecting my feeble heart
Watching you smile
As I fall apart
May 2016 · 341
Recurrent Cycle
Hadrian Veska May 2016
History repeats itself
None know that better than I
Having lived with the curse
Of immortality

I've seen empires rise and fall
Great persons change the world
Only be ridiculed and forgot
Lost to time immemorial

After millenia of watching
I came to a sickening revelation
That humaity is trapped
In an endless cycle of destruction

I have seen the world itself end
Not once, but three times
And I can feel in the air
The fourth end coming

Perhaps this is the fate of man
Punishment for his grevious sins
Yet I cannot bear to watch
Such suffering again

Maybe now it is time
I stop watching these endless cycles
And use this curse that was put upon me
To stop them once and for all
May 2016 · 453
The Circumstances of Autumn
Hadrian Veska May 2016
The house had burned down
Though the home was destroyed
Long before the curling flames
Ever touched the old wood

Every night she drank
Far more that she should
And every chance he got
He left her for someone else

Always yelling and fighting
They were never calm or sober enough
To spend any meaningful time
With their only daughter

She was a lonely young girl
Who walked on eggshells
A girl with beautiful black hair
That covered the bruises well

She would stay in her room
Trying her best not to get involved
Hoping the extra lock on the door
Would hold out one more night

She never wanted to go back
But if she didn't it would be worse
She thought as she came home
On an overcast fall day

Besides, They were always
Passed out drunk anyway
By the time she came home
From school or practice

Looking up from the ground
She saw a strange sight
Deep black smoke filled the evening air
Where her house used to be

She knew better than anyone
Her parents were still in there
The fire blazed in her eyes
And something kindled in her heart

A breif grin came on her face
As she put her hood up
And walked off past sirens and lights
Into the cold autumn night
May 2016 · 276
Upon the Midnight Wind
Hadrian Veska May 2016
A blank white screen
In a empty dark room

Far howling wind
And the rattling of bones

Thick closed curtains
Ever under watch

From sunken orbits
Devoid of occupants
May 2016 · 723
Quote #3
Hadrian Veska May 2016
Don't seek knowledge, seek truth.
For only in truth can wisdom be obtained.

-Hadrian Veska
May 2016 · 506
Monoliths
Hadrian Veska May 2016
It was a beautiful morning
I couldn't quite remember yesterday
But the golden sunlight
Whisked  away all my problems

As I entered the kitchen
My wife was making breakfast
She laughed at something strange
I laughed with her too

Soon enough I was out the door
And on my way to work
I watched the brilliant sun
Reflect off of monolithic buildings

I quickly got to work
But as soon as I was comfortable
I noticed a strange man
That I had never seen before

However, I quickly forgot him
And carried on with my work
By the end of the work day
I was content amd ready to go home

Before I got into my car
I saw the man again
The one from the office
Who I couldn't quite place

He motioned me
So I walked over to him
He then took me down an alley
I only now realized existed

He began asking me questions
Like what my name was
And where I lived
I replyed to these questions with ease

He looked about
Both ways down the alley
Making sure no one was listening
Or watching from afar

Then he asked me some more questions
Like who my family was
Or where I grew up
These I could not answer so easily

After a time he motioned to me again
And we walked out of the alley
Onto a street
Where he stopped and looked to me

He pointed down the road
And told me to walk
Not wanting any trouble
I complied with him

I walked for a few minutes
Until I saw a figure in the distance
As I approached I realized
It was the same man I had been talking to

Taken aback by the strange occurrence
I approached the man again
He clearly knew
What I had just experienced

As the sun had begun to set
He spoke more urgently
Telling me something wasn't right
Something was wrong with the world

He told me I had to fix it
But as he continued to speak
His words were drowned out
By the sun melting below the horizon

The last light of day
Crossed the darkening sky
And dipped the towering monoliths
In a grand solar radiance

And then I woke up
I couldn't quite remember yesterday
But the golden sunlight
Whisked away all my problems
May 2016 · 843
Nymph
Hadrian Veska May 2016
Molten green eyes
Filled with wonder
Gazing on wanderers
Without time or number


Sleeping at noon
And dancing at night
Elegant feet
Taking to flight


Under the stars
Dreaming of one
Perhaps he'd pass again
Before the end of the sun
May 2016 · 821
As Once It Was And So To Be
Hadrian Veska May 2016
Beneath the heavens
Where stars once swirled
Do all now sleep
In death unfurled
May 2016 · 291
What Might Remain #1
Hadrian Veska May 2016
I stood there in that strange room
Which occupied neither time or space
In the center sat a massive machine
Operated by an imposing figure

I could not make out the entity
For it wore as its helmet and mask
The skull of some long extinct species
That was beyond my imagination

At first it took no notice of me
But when it reached a lull in its work
The being turned its head towards me
As it did the entire room vibrated

Standing up it dwarfed me in size
Several heads above me
The being's limb were long and lanky
And its demeanor frightening

But my journey had led me here
I couldn't turn away empty
So I stood before the extra physical being
And awaited its judgement

After a time it hissed and vibrated at me
Yet in this realm I understood it
It spoke to me in simple terms
Saying that all I knew had been destroyed

What I had known as the universe
No longer existed
I was currently in a place outside it
A place beyond the gates of night

My goal was simple
To save all of creation
Though it had already perished
At the hands of those vacuous beings

Creatures that hailed from a place
Immemorial and inconsistent
Where darkness reigns
And all light is extinguished

The entity before me
Was my only chance at salvation
The room vibrated once more as he spoke
And then a swirling portal opened

The silent being bid me pass through it
He told me I would find someone there
Who could assist in my grand quest
Though even I knew where the portal led

It led to an ever deepening void
An ancient prison
Meant to house gods
Or things far worse
May 2016 · 503
Beast of America
Hadrian Veska May 2016
Burning land and Burning eyes
As the world we knew slowly dies
Life of peace taken away
Have to fight to survive the day


Crumbled hope and shattered dreams
A people torn apart from the seams
Land of the free and home of the brave
Fallen down to the depths of the grave


Foreign flag in homeland soil
Enemies reap where we but toil
Biding our time in sunsoaked labor
Until the day we could return the favor


Broken homes but not broken hearts
A single unit made of many parts
To hoist a flag of red white and blue
To make our second dream


Of Freedom come true
May 2016 · 334
Paradisium
Hadrian Veska May 2016
The sun glossed spires
The turn tide seas
The melting skies
The towering trees


Long lost land
Past to myth and lore
Where sun doth sleep
And moon no more
May 2016 · 618
Vast Alone
Hadrian Veska May 2016
The crows fly back
Into the ground
A chilling wind
Blows all around

A watching eye
Peaks through the trees
A crying voice
On bended knees

A colorless world
Devoid of reason
Without change
For there is no season

A burning pool
Of water and blood
Petrifies the ground
Sinks into the mud

My shadow lengthens
Stands up on its own
The silence deafens
I wish I weren't alone
May 2016 · 1.0k
Kindred Spirit
Hadrian Veska May 2016
Crumbling grey tombstone
Overgrown wild hedge
Rusted Victorian fences
Sitting on the edge


Ancient hollow moon
Resting over the sky
As lonesome empty voices
Fill the air and pass me by


The night is still
Devoid of stress
As I learn old tales
From the spirits at rest


I listen for a time
The stories to keep
Then close my eyes
With the stars to sleep
May 2016 · 359
Quote #2
Hadrian Veska May 2016
We are all wanderers,
growing restless if we stay too long in one place. The only weight that can hold us down is another person. Whether for good or ill.

-Hadrian Veska
May 2016 · 260
Quote #1
Hadrian Veska May 2016
"Don't strive to know everything,
because everything has a habit of changing more often than you would think."

-Hadrian Veska
May 2016 · 740
Amethyst Eyes
Hadrian Veska May 2016
I ascended the final set of steps
Leading to that ancient temple
The cherry blossom trees
Were just now blooming

There were no standing guards
As I had expected there to be
So I walked over the bridge
And opened the great wooden doors

The inside was dimly lit
Only a few hanging lamps
Illuminated another set
Of carved stone steps

I bowed and then continued the climb
The further I went
The more I became aware
Of a strange new aroma

the air became more dense
And as I noticed this
I realized there must be
Incense burning nearby

The sweet smoke filled my head
the end of the stairs were now in sight
And as I reached the top
I came to my journey's goal

She sat there in the center
Amid luxurious pillows and cushions
Her hair was sleek and black
And her kimono rich with color

Though her eyes were closed
She smiled and shifted elegantly
Her shadows flowed
In the low candle light

Before I mustered the courage to speak
I looked upon her for some time
She was the most beautiful woman
I had ever seen

She exuded power and knowledge
Yet looked no more than a young woman
I could only describe the aura she gave
As a sinister form of youth

Finally I bowed before her
To ask the question
That I had traveled so far
In order to ask her

Pouring out my soul I told her
How I had lost my family
Along with everything I had
And how I was now lost

I told her I felt
As though the sun itself
Was angered with me
And refused to show me its face

Telling her all these things
I began to cry
Though as I looked to her
Her eyes still stood shut

After a time of silence
She finally spoke to me
"The sun shines upon us everyday
Whether we can see it or not"

As she spoke her presence filled the room
To the point were I wasn't certain
If she truly sat before me
Or was watching from afar

The presence was unlike anything
I had ever felt before
As the feeling grew
I began to forget my previous troubles

Her presence permeated my very spirit
Comforting and guiding me somehow
The air seemed thick and heavy
Laden with a strange sensuality

Not the feeling one has for a lover
No, this was a primordial feeling
The kind of deep seated love
That a god might have for their creation

With this thought I looked on her anew
She smiled once more
The light reflecting off her glossed lips
As she opened her Amethyst eyes
May 2016 · 337
Changing of the Seasons
Hadrian Veska May 2016
The ocean above
The sky below
Winter leaves
And autumn snow

Twinkling stars
Shine all around
Accompanying the hum
Below the ground

And through the night
Shall I watch awake
Lest the earth fall
And the heavens quake
May 2016 · 682
Guardian Sphinx
Hadrian Veska May 2016
The great sphinx
Sitting in the sand
Ever watchful
Of the skies above

Built in an era
Long before the pyramids
To guard ancient secrets
Hidden in the desert

Solemnly does it lay
Patiently waiting
For the stars to align
And the age of leo to arrive

When that age begins
Will the guardian sphinx
Reveal to us at last
All the lost knowledge

That we so wisely
Sealed away for ourselves
And with that knowledge
Will come our salvation

Or our destruction
Apr 2016 · 764
Light of the Moon
Hadrian Veska Apr 2016
The wolves howl
With the wolf of my heart
As I long to be free
No longer apart

To run through the forest
Under the sky
To hear the great story
Of creation and I
Apr 2016 · 321
Past the Rim
Hadrian Veska Apr 2016
Ancient rocks and ice
Swirl around a lonely giant
As a distant young sun
Reflects its brilliance on their surfaces

They will continue in their motion
Long after we pass by
It saddens me
That I will never see them again

Or watch them spin
Endlessly against the void
Apr 2016 · 404
Fourth Palisade
Hadrian Veska Apr 2016
My life is three walls
Soon to be four
Lock the room
And remove the door

They all talk to me
About nothing much
Their daily routine
Or such and such

One is my friend
Who I keep close by
When he is dead
I always cry

Two is bulky
But full of power
He can make a whole day
Last just one hour

Three is the largest
In terms of space
Yet he grows thinner
As if it's a race

When I'm without them I feel
Unease and fear
If only I had four
I can't wait till it's here
Apr 2016 · 864
Stars Like Glass
Hadrian Veska Apr 2016
The hand of the sky
With its paintbrush of blue
Slid over the heavens
Above me and you

And over the course
Of the brisk autumn day
It painted the sky
Every color but grey

From the warmth of the morning
Filled with its light
To the azure of the evening
Leading into the night

Then as dark drew near
The hand painted its last
And filled our vision
With stars like glass
Apr 2016 · 290
To Dust
Hadrian Veska Apr 2016
I sit against
The rising sun
It's been 5 days
Since I've seen anyone

I lie in dust
In the remnants of man
In his shattered cities
Never to rise again

I wander the black roads
Cracked and bare
Searching for life
If it could be found anywhere

I gaze out
On a field of graves
Pondering the world
How it took and gave

I sit against
The setting sun
It's been five years
Since I've seen anyone
Apr 2016 · 238
See Once More
Hadrian Veska Apr 2016
Hush now restless child
Listen to the world
Let it speak to you
For it has much to say
But none left who will listen

Hear the gentle breeze
And watch the calm waters flow
Lay your weary head down
Close your heavy eyes
And hear our mother's heart

Walk among the great trees
Sit and gaze at the dusk torn sky
Watch the rain fall
Soaking into the earth
And see life return

When you have seen all these things
And when you are ready
Stand up from the dirt
And rise once more
To follow your fate

And chase your destiny
Across our fallen stars
Apr 2016 · 363
Mother of the Sea
Hadrian Veska Apr 2016
A beautiful young woman
Lived alone on the shore
Having lost her husband
In a far off war

Yet everyday she smiled
And walked along the beach
Peering across the sea
To a place beyond reach

In her wistful gaze
Did she hear a shrill sound
And when she turned she saw
A child on the ground

A brown haired boy
Crying in the sand
She quickly ran over
Scooping him up in her hands

She hushed the child
Amd held him tight
As the sun began to set
Leading into the night

She said "Come little one
Listen to the sea
Hold my hand
And walk with me"

His parents had abandoned him
To run off far away
Leaving that poor child
On the shore that fateful day

And though she wasn't his mother
She loved and cared for that child
Who grew up healthy
To be tall, strong and wild

The time came when that child
Free, began to roam
And the woman only smiled
When he departed and left home

Now again she was alone
Yet always happy never sad
She had raised a beautiful son
Of that she could be glad

Years past and one spring day
The boy returned to that shore
With his lovely wife
And the child that she bore

Now she could not hold back
The tears welling in her eyes
Having been alone so long
This was quite a surprise

That boy she had raised
Who was now a man
Smiled back at her
And held out his hand

He said "Sweet mother
Let's listen to the sea
Hold my hand
And walk with me"
Apr 2016 · 364
The Hollow
Hadrian Veska Apr 2016
I dream awake, then fall in space
To a strange, dark and forgotten place
The sky is grey the sun grows dim
In the distance I hear a somber hymn

Light leaves the sky, darkness falls
No moon rises above the walls
Twisted trees grow in place
Branches curve begin to lace

The grounds move, fall and rise
The winds sing of watching eyes
I try to move but there's no where to go
The darkness beckons As Above so Below
Apr 2016 · 318
Temple to an Unknown God
Hadrian Veska Apr 2016
They say there is no God
Yet they bow to two gods
Not a city is without a shrine
Nor a home without their handiwork


Their gods are gifts not to be taken lightly
but they are not to be worshiped either
Their gods are appealing
Because you can change them


If you follow the laws of their gods
you would realize they stumble
Saying things contrary
To what they also call truth


They take pride in their facts
Yet often they crumble
And have to be rebuilt
From the ground back up


The worship of these gods will only grow
As they ever shift in the winds
Till the end of his days
May man bow down


To the gods of Science and Reason
Apr 2016 · 287
Lunar Path
Hadrian Veska Apr 2016
Over colorless skies
Birds fly through the ground
As the rivers dry
And no one can be found

I walk the path
Under the black sun
As the planets bleed
And their colors run

I can feel watching eyes
Leaving their mark
As they bid me travel
Beyond the dark

So I continue on my road
That's clear without light
As I march ever on
Far into the Night
Apr 2016 · 343
A Brief Peace
Hadrian Veska Apr 2016
A simple bright flower
Just now budding
On a breezy green hill
Overlooking a valley

The wind carried a soft voice
And a pleasant aroma
That mingled with each other
Dancing over a meadow

Then my attention turned
To a lone oak tree
Standing strong and tall
Yet ever gently shifting

I was at peace
So you can understand my dismay
When I opened my eyes
To an empty piano
And a bow on a stage
Apr 2016 · 324
Veil in the Sand
Hadrian Veska Apr 2016
The dust swirls
Around my feet
As it always had
Or so they say

Walking through
The old ruins
I came upon a crevice
Emitting a strange presence

Curious I began
To lower myself
Down into the darkness
Slowly into the void

The air was frigid
The very place itself
Seemed lonesome
As if it called out to me

Wandering I found
A rusted switch
Without thinking I flipped it
As I did something strange happened

A few dilapidated lights
Sprung into existence
I'd never seen
Artificial light before

The room was dimly lit
Yet with the light I could see
The great expanse
Of the construct I had entered

The halls stretched far
Beyond my sight
As I watched particles of dust
Dance in the flickering light

My eyes adjusted
And as they did
I saw endless rows of books
Leading off into the dark

But before I could continue
I noticed a presence once more
Looking down I saw
A figure with yellow eyes

The being spoke to me
Without using words
As he imparted me wisdom
From a bygone age

I felt strange in his presense
But I stayed a while
Listening to his silence
And learned a great many things

After a time
I bid him farewell
And returned to the crevice
That led back to my home

As I emerged
A feeling crept into my head
That much more time had passed
Than I originally thought

I was gripped by fear
For the surface was now foreign
And the beings that walked it


Were not like me
Apr 2016 · 595
The End of the Light
Hadrian Veska Apr 2016
It came unexpected
But not from a far off place
It came from without our minds
From the dark corner of consciousness

A deep seated thing of Terror
Hidden within us all
From before the world was born
Waiting for its reign to come

Darkness fell and did not rise
As the creature paced back and forth
Among the remnants of the earth
It left only shapeless horror in its wake

Our world had crumbled
I could feel my bones
Turning to dust
As the sun grew dimmer

The darkness was absolute
Brought on by that primordial creature
That beast from beyond existence
The One from within Our Minds

My eyes grew heavy
Staring into the black
All that is, now dark
Fallen to that nameless Terror

Centuries past or perhaps only moments
Ruled by that abomination
Though I tried with all my might
I could no longer will myself to live

I knew I had drawn my last breath
My eyes stared to close
And as they did
I saw a distant glow

Far off into the eternal night
Apr 2016 · 285
To Paradise
Hadrian Veska Apr 2016
If I were to tell you
That things are about
To get much worse
You would not believe me

The fact that we are even made
To live in the first place is cruel
Everyone alive knows that
To a sickening degree

I have something
I want to show you some day
It alone remains
Always within my heart

As I lose track
I see your eyes
Fixed on that far horizon
Beyond the clouds

We pick up our pace
If only for a while
So that yesterday
Is not just a regret

For now I will follow
I want to believe
That we can reach
That distant paradise in your eyes
Apr 2016 · 370
The Portrait
Hadrian Veska Apr 2016
The day drew to an end
As the shadows of night
Gently pulled themselves
Over the far horizon

I book an inn for the night
For I was far from home
And the long journey
Had left me sore with fatigue

After talking around the hearth
It came time for me
To retire to my room
Amidst the rising moon

As I entered my quarters
I scanned around
By the dim glowing light
Of my half worn candle

Directly in front of the bed
Was a very old portrait
Of a shadowy man
And trees in the distance

I gazed at the art work
The likeness was impeccable
And made even more realistic
In the low light of my candle

Soon after I put out the wick
I had passed out on the bed
Yet I had a restless sleep
Filled by a sense of dread

As I woke up in a sweat
I tried but could not
Pin point the source
Of my nocturnal fear

After rubbing my eyes
I looked again to the painting
But all I saw was a window
And distant trees

Gently swaying in the wind
Apr 2016 · 348
Travelers
Hadrian Veska Apr 2016
All alone,
on a journey, I lost my way;
as I stood still, my heart wandered.
But now I can walk again,
as far as I need to;
yes, ever since I met you
on this road.


The song travelers sing,
though I don't know it,
sounds familiar to me
as long as I'm with you.


If the world we dreamed of
exists anywhere,
let's go look for it,
beyond the wind.
The freezing dawn,
the parched midday,
the trembling night;
let's go see what's at their end.
Apr 2016 · 580
Under the Heavens
Hadrian Veska Apr 2016
Fresh after rain
Ground yet to dry
Distant silver moon
Still crossing the sky

On the far horizon
Begins a distant glow
Sun rising in the east
Ita golden light to show

And in that calm moment
When all my work was done
The world was at peace
Beneath both moon and sun
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