As I watch you,

Without your knowing,

My eyes rejoice,

As my love keeps growing.

The cool air surrounds me

As I sit in the change of seasons.

Watching the passing of one,

To make room for the new.

The beauty of it,

Can only be compared to you.

 A gentle breeze sways my thoughts,

Reflections of days spent laughing.

My heart leaps into my throat,

As misery trickles through my mind.

Being alone, I wish you were with me,

For now I must suffer without.

In time I will join you again.

Growing wise with age

The butterfly lives a day

Chasing dreams away

Lance Hansard

Ode to Keratiné

O’ maine of grandure.
Why hast thou left thine home?
Bestower of beauty for all to gaze.
Thy pride of Sampson,
e’re the facilitator of his undoing.
For withe thou returnest with
thine vengence.
The curse thou hast now bestow’d
upon thy master. Thrice thou
hast beseechéd me. Lying in wait,
hidden deep in the darkist chasm.
Stow’d away in waiting till thou
springeth forth with the air of life.
Thy object of hideous affection.
Retreatest thou when confronted
by thine master.
O’coward of age and ill-respect.
O’manifestation of age, gathering
to sucumb the sounds of joy till
only a muffle trickle to thine master’s
ear. Once a loft in high respect, thou
hast recompensed and disperséd to
regions unable to grasp with
thine masters’ own hands. Curséd
you are until the day thine Master
lopeth you from your new found
place of refuge. Enjoy thine new
strongholds for twilight is near.

By:
Lance Hansard

I was feeling trapped with working and school. I decided to celebrate my freedom by making a flower garden.

Staring into nothingness,

My heart pounds from loneliness.

Her image cloudy in my thoughts.

I struggle to focus, I just can’t see.

Her outline is clear, but my memories have faded.

Her presence vague in my mind,

everlasting but incomplete.

I sit, I wait, I hope.

My mind is a blur of thoughts.