Aeon Zen

Summer eyes thrill me, I'm in denial, still. I have never seen the hills beyond the wall. Patience plays the mistress and I like it. Habits linger but I long to be there. Do you remember when I said I tried? Reaching out, why should i? When there's n

Alone, blankly staring into space, An empty look upon his face, With nothing on his mind. Today, nothing left for him to see, A burnt out shell of what of should be, He might as well have died. Born of silence, Where there's no love Where there's bea