End of Summer

By LaBruyere in dreams on

I once beheld dreams as leaves Green and full of life Their veins clear against the sunlight Never to see autumn Never to let go Never to crinkle. But some I behold now as at end of summer wondering if fall will come on them after all. Crushed to brown…

Compelled

By LaBruyere in beymorlin on

Too often come the times when we must act Against our dreams, and in this choice step out Not softly nor as timid ones. In fact, We deign to boldly go despite our doubt. And love compels our footsteps: honor, trust; We cling to these as anchors in the storm,…