Achazia

I barely can see outside my windows today. The frost has made a dim layer on the glass. I have lit the fireplace and found some tea. My cat sleeps peacefully next to me and purring. It is like a sound of pure relaxation, it makes me calm and warm inside.

Gently she ran her index finger over the fragile paper. Some of the letters were almost wiped out by age. She had no idea how many times she had briefly read through the diary. Although many pages were blank, they bore the impression of being written by longing and fear.  Her tears ran down her cheek as she took up the pen from her bag pack. She hesitated a long time before she decided to use the last page .. She whispered quietly to herself ...   "These words are for you Father".

The eyes that haunt me

This is a new song Achazia has created.. Is called Elements...

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A smile I catch as I enter the room
Her soft voice touches my ears
Eyes as warm as the tone of her voice
A gaze that holds me in a tender embrace.

Gentle and meek yet a love overwhelming
A grace in her walk that an elder would suit
A touch from her hand and I am yield
The majesty of this beautiful Woman.

Ever now she fills my thoughts
My heart continuously falling, lost yet found
Her softest kiss is as receiving new life
Dazed I hold her, the touching of souls.

It has been a few years now and I am truly content, when I first arrived here in Bree I did not seek to linger like many of the travellers whom pass through I sought to only pause briefly. Many a scholar has written of fate, mused and debated its meaning or purpose, I cannot say I am wise nor learned but there is no doubt in my mind something guides us even if hidden from our eyes.

Time passes swiftly..