CheshireAFox

I guess it's part of the elegance of life's design that we realize simple truths in simple ways that make us grow.  It is sometimes while performing the most mundane activities that they confront us. I was walking along my regular route today and, for whatever reason, it dawned on me that life is a measure of sorrow and a measure of joy.  We carry them with us into the world, a pole across our back, each one in a vessel suspended from either end.  Balanced, the load is easy.  Carrying them promotes health and the contents of either vessel are necessary for life, just like water.  You can share them with people along the way, pouring out and

In the flickering firelight The stars requite the darkness of the sky I see desire stares back at me Through the embers in her eyes With the fates and tennuous chance We join the dance in pace of quickening breath And forever seal in sacred night Our tryst on pain of death Alas, the day has scornful broken The dawn has spoken and I know that I must leave Until next the shadows love embrace In cold, day-lit world I grieve Cheshire A. Fox