The Joy of Tomorrow

The snow softens, sharpens.
Enlightens, exposes,
The corners of my mind.

Chilled air rising, cleansing,
Awakening, Relaxing,
Every nerve on end.

Breathing in, breathe out.
Cold warmth.
Nights spend in peaceful rest.

The longest days slowly seep away,
Leaving one thing:
The joy of tomorrow and today.

The season surges forward,
Like a wave of faith,
Consuming all in it's path.

Cities. Countries.
Then the world.
Everything is washed aside:

To remember love.
To remember peace.
To remember the one who saves us all.

Books I Want

The Professor- Charlotte Bronte
Agnes Grey- Anne Bronte
Poems- By Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell
Hamlet- Shakespeare
Princess Academy
Shirley- Charlotte Bronte
Villette- Charlotte Bronte
The Green Dwarf- Charlotte Bronte

Favourite Quote by Acton Bell

When we have to do with vice and vicious characters, I maintain it is better to depict them as they really are than as they would wish to appear. To represent a bad thing in its least offensive light, is doubtless the most agreeable course for a writer of fiction to pursue; but is it the most honest, or the safest? Is it better to reveal the snares and pitfalls of life to the young and thoughtless traveler, or to cover them with branches and flowers? O Reader! if there were less of this delicate concealment of facts–this whispering 'Peace, peace', when there is no peace, there would be less of sin and misery to the young of both sexes who are left to wring their bitter knowledge from experience."- Acton Bell (Anne Bronte)

A Student's Lament

Its a trap that leaves few survivors-
These days we spend living routinely.
Through the halls walk the imitations,
Flickering replicas, all alike, save a few.

Dreams are momentarily repressed
In the cloud of childish adolescence.
Rarely do any rise above the push, the pull,
Of conformity.

For those that do it can be a lonely place,
Where few allies can be found.
Yet one day soon their time will come,
To join the world with equal opportunity.