Morning.
The adventure begins anew.
Breakfast, cold depending on the embers.
A quick workout to stretch the muscles.
A moment for centering.
A look at the map.
A last check that everything is where it should be.
The first steps back onto the trail.
Onward to the next morning.

Night can bring hidden danger
Can be of peril or fear
When the fire light does not extend far enough for comfort
(Those times when a fire can be had).

But night can be a time of comfort
Of rest.
When the fire shines brightly on the faces of your companions
And the rest of the world, of no concern.

I lay the table before you
A light repast.
At the center are the pastries (made with cinnamon).
Fresh vegtables and herbs surround them.

Then join us around fire,
To remember the tales.
And speak of our dreams.

Have you the Luck within you?
Or does it merely visit?
Are you the master,
Or it?
Can you manage the victory?
Or better,
Survive the loss?
Luck smiles & frowns in turn.
Extends a hand to kiss
Whilst the dagger gleams in the other.

World Weaver
Keeper of a Never History
Beautiful Liar

You are one with your world
There can be no other way.
Your gift alive
As its stories are shared.

I speak of merely one that my heart holds dear.
A tale told not of Exandria’s shores.
But of a wild jungle.
A modern studio.
A forsaken beach.
A future laboratory.

Liam’s Quest: Full Circle

A bond.
Made by chance, happenstance, destiny
A small start, tentative.
The growing comfort betwixt
The laughs and inside jokes.
The protectiveness.
“I got your back”
The experiences shared
The time spent.
The realization that it was meant to be.

You wouldn’t let yourself think about it.
What make come to you when you closed your eyes.
A single Eye.
Piercing into you
Cold and unfeeling.
Threatening.
Then came Her.
Warm. Loving.
Who opened another to you.
One that lead to peace
And a new path.
Now sleep is the healing balm.
Without fear.
Without pain

We found you in a swamp
Lost from your family
Talking only in echos.
We took you with us for safety’s sake
And you took our hearts with you.
Fiercely cute
In need of protection
Yet willing to protect in turn.
We left you with those
Who could better care for you
But never did you leave our hearts.
We shall remember you when we think
Of fireworks
And flowers
And daggers.