24

Sometimes not enough,

Others far too many.

Twenty four hours in a day.

Wake up bright and ready to live!

Sometimes dragging this husk around

One day closer to decay.

Life can be so taxing

And hurt just too much,

For days end I pray.

Life can be so wonderful

Full of joy and I don’t want

The end of today.

So tomorrow bring me vigor

And a thickening of skin

To become good clay.

Twenty four hours

Again coming to a close,

I just need your promise

To bring me twenty four more.

– Vagabond Prophet

Snow


Yesterday was rain

With polkadot asphalt,

The wind made a current

Sky turned white

And slowly descended.

Today is different

Frosty little tidbits

Floating down to earth.

Earth shivers at its touch

Just like a first kiss.

Liquid becomes solid

At the gentleness

Of your touch.

And you say to me,

“I colour the ground,

To remind you I’m around.”

– Vagabond Prophet

Winter Sun

Winter sun burning brightly,

Effervescent rays

Tickling my nose.

Hot and cold

Simultaneously,

I don’t know how to feel.

Feels warm on my face,

My bones however feel cold

My ears are red like cherries.

Even this points to you,

You give what we need,

Not what we want.

– Vagabond Prophet

– I love winter, a lot.