Quotes By Author: phen weston

“Fly away,” sang little lark to the crow,“There is no home for youAmong the broken promises and empty hearts. We drewthe life we never mourned, away with fading dark.Your wings are fashioned from the cold, mindless liesof feathers tarred with pitch!”

“If I could count the infinity of youI’d place each second within your soul,and lay my breath between the starsthat form your heart and whole.”

“The Tuesday Seamstress saidour souls were sewn apart.Delicate embroidered tomorrowstravelled without a start.”

“You wrapped your wings against my soul,calmly cascaded tears into eternal waters,where I sat in solitude, waiting ephemerally,for those hours of lost comfort once again,how long ago did sleep become such an end?”

“We swim against―our own sweet moments― lappingthe hours in expanded pleasuresthat swagger away― our wilting sentience―pretending to be― existent―”

“Who knew those detached wordscould conjure silent vows― flaming―fide et amor nothing lasts forever―”

“I wondered where those roads, in which the world diverged,became the promises of another life, the hilly embankment that touched the horizon intranquil virescent spikes, splattered with hazel lines, that conquered truth and candour.”

“Who knew such belongings?That the truest loveCould blendThe margins of lifeInto forgotten wants.”

“Willow trees up highbend amid ancient knowledgeshared softly by antique winds.Through attained wisdomthey mature, strong and certain,enchanting the bygone winds”

“Now I am free,the lord of evermore hopes,amid kingdoms litby azure fires, absolutein self-remembered fortune”