The Man In Red - Sketch

that light. eternal light. cross the heavens, warm the soul.

ephemeral omen, hidden, or perhaps just ignored?
can it break through?

never mind it, forever bask in the light.

Painting James Tissot.

Eternal Light - Archives

Gently. Softly. From the heavens it descends. "To the sky!" it proclaims.
Often repeated, seldom heeded.

painting Denton Lund http://www.dentonlund.com/

Whisper - Archives

I tried to see, I tried to free
It’s open eyes, afraid to meet

I tried to hope, I tried to learn
The space inside, the script unknown 

Haunting me
Leading me
Page unturned
Reading me

——

I tried to see, I tried to free 
His open eyes, afraid to meet

I tried to hope, I tried to learn
The world outside, the stage unknown 

Follow his gaze as he tears at the thread
As he claws at the fabric that crushes his head

I stare at the book (and), I turn to the end (but)
The page was ripped out (since), it never began  

——

He turns in his chair and he smirks at my glare
As he stretches his hand into nothing but air

Passing through me on his way to the door
My future self whispers, “we’ll meet again”

Midnight Rendezvous

Those days we played in the sun without a care.
Just us, with the world at our fingertips.

Sun Sweat

What Would Happen If I Let Your Shooting Star Become My Sun?

I write music for video games and soundtracks.

For my professional tracks see:
https://soundcloud.com/nathan_david_mcwilliams

This is my experimental and archive account.

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