Moirai

The dove was pure white,

Yet it was the raven that survived,

The silver in the night, the silver in the night.

GREY

If the days are cold,

And the nights are bright, 

And the sky’s too tall for your deep sight,

If your feet dance on without any song,

And can’t remember if its soon or far too long,

If your face all smile when your lips do too,

If the seed you planted, now shelters you,

And the dreams you held have passed your hand,

If the mysteries of life you understand,

And you look in the mirror and see the other face,

And need to learn once more to tie your shoelace,

If the dusk don’t scare you as much as the dawn,

And know you can win with a single pawn,

If you can close your eyes, and recite your home,

If you can close your doors and still can roam,

If they came from far and in you seek,

The wisdom you have but struggle to speak,

Know then friend and shed all fear,

The ocean awaits, you are here.

The Comedian

She stood upon the stage,

Bold eyes peeling the crowd,

And what tears did she drew, 

When she laughed all alone,

Uncaring of the truth,

That the joke is to be shared aloud.