Still in the arms of my blues

Seriously, I have no idea what to blog about.  I've kinda been in a suspended state lately, and it has nothing to do with my experiences last Christmas - oh, and trust me, last Christmas deserves a long post on its own.

I don't know what to blog about.

Some days ago, I was listening to one of Enya's tracks (wild child) and it sort of got me in the mood (Enya always does that) to write something.  Considering I hadn't written in close to (or was it more than?) a year, a little bit of melancholy was just what I needed to lift my spirit (trust me on this). 

So, I wrote.

In the arms of my blues, I wrote something from deep within my dark sprite; something as simple, yet as complex as it flows.  Something that I was born with, yet created.  Something that was me. 

It is an untitled piece, and I hope you enjoy it.

The sun, it shines

The moon doth glow

The lazy child lies

Beneath the flower's bloom.

 
 

The days go by

The sun stands still

But the waters flow

And the new-borns scream.

 
 

We remain alive

We near death's door

Yet the sun will shine;

The moon, glow still.

                        12/1/2009.