Circle of Life

Circle of LifeA small stoneClasped In my handRipplesOf a lifeDrifting awayIts smooth edgesNever endsA trace of youLingersAs I watch youDisappearOur past submergedClay etched Onto my skinI follow the sun’s shadowAmong the treesChasing our dreamsBetween the stonesUnravelling the threadEntwined in my heartReleasing our memoriesYour soul wandersAmong the stars

Post Mortem – Bosnia

Post Mortem – BosniaLand, air and seaHand in handJostling and challengingThey listen to the command.The beat of a drumBellows in this strange land,Men at arms, fightingFor another unknown cause.Nipped in the bud,Empty streets and deserted housesScattered across this strange land,Village life surrendersTo the bickering forces,Estranged communitiesLose faith in the diversityOf their culture.Confronted with hatredThey armContinue reading “Post Mortem – Bosnia”