Herald Hermit

Sometimes I watch the rhythm of the stars to foretell things not present yet to come like weather men predict rain, sleet, or snow the skies send futurity through my thoughts Im just a man; no more... yawning dreams of yesterday... before yesterday occurred I sleep with time that tease thoughts of tomorrow a pinch of fate sometimes is all it takes to witness how the world will wield and break with humble breath my heart conforms puzzles I preach believe or not I write to you a theme that came to me while yawning dreams of yesterday before yesterday occurred ill animals plague man to man the floors of earth will shake beds as they sleep our moon will tell the sun to low the fire a scorching heat upon the heads of most... to top it off the waters will devour souls that weep without an arc the mystery cuts like a knife untamed and innocent life Doth thou light speakth more? free countries greed with war! believe or not I write to you a theme with ink purchased in 1896. Inside a shallow space I said hello to me, myself and I and loneliness secluded see the day does not exist without a social kiss with isolation my shape forms a shadow that darkness only see.. Hibernating inside walls I hide my hands friends of none my life a shelf of books that bend I speak again with silent echoes inside of walls that hide my hands my ears hear sounds of company as even birds place feathers of concern atop my released roof sincerely, Herald Hermit