iscah-ode2solitude

I'm peppermint tea & gingerbread by the fireside with an antique leatherbound book listening to the raindrops pattering on the windowsill c Jessica H. Eisler2005 (ISCAH)

Years are fleet, and life is brief and time is the black-hearted thief that wrenches joy e’en from our breast and robs our heart of peace and rest and when some simple joy we find until it’s done, we labor blind unto the beauty in its prime and only through the glass of time do we behold perfection’s state with bleeding hearts—for it’s too late and so the blackened depths of night engulf our souls in grief and fright to wander, stumbling, through a haze a lab’rinthine eternal maze condemned to this ignoble plight our world, an orb bereft of light our woe becomes habitual and misery, our ritual h

it's like a walk in the rain as its pitter-patter floats you to another world where the petals of a rose e'er softly 'come unfurled it's the crackling of the fire on a long, cold winter night as I watch the flickered dancing of the shadow's dark and light it's the cello's haunting melody resounding, pure and whole as the notes in sweet soliloquy transfix my very soul c Jessica H. Eisler2001 (ISCAH)

moments steeped in silence as the seconds gently fall far across the gaping waters where the trees are lush and tall there you'll find me steeped in silence in the echo of a dream 'neath the blossoms' wafting petals and the sunlight's dancing beam waken gently if you find me shatter not the sweet repose of soliloquy in silence like a single velvet rose washed in dew and bathed in sunlight op'ning tender t'ward the dawn pluck me not from this my garden from my world I'll not be drawn no, but ever I'll return here whene'er my heart shall need a salve and in moments steeped in silence I will treasure all I have c Jessica H. E