Contemplation. Contemplation. What is it that you want to say to me today? Why is it that you run away? When all I'm seeking is the answers to the riddle of #life. An understanding of what drives strife in this world. I can only wonder what has brought us here. Can only reason why happiness has cost us dear. And listening to the sounds of the night I stare at the Moon alone and bright. And contemplate mankind's fate... Where will we be when the Sun rises? No answers here, only the passage of time. So what is the next thing you said to me I did not have an answer to that question And suddenly all was dark And...

The Death Of Snow. The Death Of Snow. Where is it that snow goes to die? Does it just lay down and cry? Or does it waft in the air, take a breath and disappear... ..In the twinkle of an eye. Twinkle, tinkle as it calls to the light. Falling to earth only to fight, Amidst its’ breathren so chill, To fade away with the dawning of a season... ..In the twinkle of an eye.

Sleep Darkness entail, Slumber prevail, Night encumber me. Sounds decline, Somnabulists whine, Dreamtime enhance me, Moonshine aflow, Heart aglow, Where will my travels take me? Sleep, Sleep,...oh so deep! You are #life's ultimate Parody. By Mark Collins. #poem