On the yonder hilltop A cottage enveloped In silver sheets of rain Carrying the prickly touch And the aroma of pine trees I sit by the window Feeling the drops graze Dusty tiles on the roof An open book in hand I nestle in the lap Of candlelight dreams As time comes to a halt!
Mexican visual artist Raul Cantu creates stunning generative art of foggy landscapes. He uses photography, specialty lenses, technology, AI tools, and post-processing to achieve his art.
And here my words:
Sunlight through my window Flirts with dancing dust sparkles I gaze upon the washed rays That caress with mellow light A chilly wind further creases The wrinkled skin of Wisdom I hear the creaky bones of Winter Her dewy eyes in reminiscence Of another Year in an Earthly spin
I thought I’d survive without you But I couldn’t say goodbye For the words lay tangled At your doorstep Afraid to cross the threshold Into a life where you Would not be waiting At sundown, by the yellow lamp A book in hand, the kettle whistling Eager to tell and know Of just another mundane day
Darkness, in your embrace I shed all my worldly woes Like the skin of a snake For you, my wounded healer Whisper to me of spells From the bowels of hell. Goodness is long dead To survive the death knell You entreat me to beckon Pettiness, slithering slyness Throbbing deep within, now Spilling on to slippery slopes. Clutch on to the last straws Don a mask and carry on For in life only those thrive Who enjoy the masquerade.
Don’t be a stranger To the voices within For they hold reflections Of your deepest sins. Hear them out When they proclaim The path to be free Of the guilt and pain, To claim absolution In knowing the truth That you are only human When you slip and fail!