Arbid Musings

For Myself:
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by frost

For "true to my own spirit":
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight....


For my friends:
I believe that if i should die,
and you were to walk near my grave,
from the very depths of the earth.....I would hear your footsteps.

For the hypocrite:
I shall go the way of the open sea,
To the lands I knew before you came,
And the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me
The memory of your (fucking) name


For Tomorrow:
The day is done, and the darkness..
Falls from the wings of night,
As a feather is wafted downward....
From an eagle in his flight.