A Journal in Time

Myriad Writings from the Desk of Isyldar

Category: The Drawer

Seasons Change

Winter’s gone, and spring has come.
Summer too now is through.
We look now to fall that it may come,
and bring us its glow, many coloured hue.

Listen now, the seasons go, spring and summer,
winter too. Summer to end, and winter to come.
Let the leaves change, and the day grow short.
Summer is done, and winter must come.


How often is it, that you look back on things? How often do you wonder at, wish for, or just desire that things were, as they once were? I think perhaps it is natural; though I know not as yet just what purpose it serves. I too, do it often; to my detriment, though also pleasure, every single day.

I reminisce. I consider. I ponder the possibilities both past and future. All this, and more cross my mind of a moment; of an hour, of a life.

What once was, though so often we would have it back, cannot so often be. What could be, as ever ought, we will not come to see.

Such is life. We must find a way to enjoy it. Relax, and amuse. Live.



Fire, on a Moonlit Night

I wrote in a post earlier this week, that I had an opening line for a poem that I had used badly in the past. I think this will suit it much better; and that, I can call this one done.

The fire on a moonlit night,
sang out to the open sea
For where or not, at all is known
none but you and me.
The fire on a moonlit night,
sang out to the open sea
This day of clouds, white and gray
for none at all but me.


Only You

I came across this one while searching for The Difference this morning. Pretty simple, but it makes a point. One I try to keep in mind as oft I can.

All is one
And one is all
Cometh forth to meet the day
For only you can make your way


The Difference

Digging up old snippets again. I know I have this one written down somewhere… But i cant find the blasted thing… At least not yet. This is something very old from my view. I created it back when I was in high school. Long enough ago that it did not instantly come to mind; and, in fact I could only remember the last two words last night: the truth. Upon awakening this morning, I was able to recall the last two lines… And while searching for the original in my office,  I recalled the rest. Took a while, but the best ones always do.

Nonetheless and all the same,
The difference still exists
But to the point, and from the start,
Always is the truth