The Prism of Time
Time but a prism.
Time splitting,
Mutliple ways.
Like light,
through a prism glass.
Light is colors,
time is pathways.
Using color,
descripting paths.
Red is the now.
Showing our,
love for each other.
Yellow the future,
Showing clearly,
The path to follow.
Orange the future,
Showing our,
our love so true,
going head long,
into the future.
Never wavering,
never stopping.
Till the Prism,
splits no more,
Light or time.
Written my RosenWolf
Oct - 5 - 2003
Jade
Jade,
a many toned and colored stone.
One considered rugged and hard,
harder then Diamond.
Yet just the same luster.
Shielding emotions,
allowing those,
who follow the Jaded path stumble,
Pierced by the perfect weapon.
The softness of love.
Against the lost and lonly feelings,
Of the cold hard stone.
Alas love,
is just like Jade.
Colors soft and plyable.
The only way,
to beat the cold,
of the darkest sheet of Jade,
we have ever seen,
in the moments within our lives.
Written by
RosenWolf
Aug - 26 - 2003