Aeon Zen

Alone, blankly staring into space, An empty look upon his face, With nothing on his mind. Today, nothing left for him to see, A burnt out shell of what of should be, He might as well have died. Born of silence, Where there's no love Where there's bea

Summer eyes thrill me, I'm in denial, still. I have never seen the hills beyond the wall. Patience plays the mistress and I like it. Habits linger but I long to be there. Do you remember when I said I tried? Reaching out, why should i? When there's n