Ragnelle-was-taken

One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sit down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears. You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry. The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a lo

One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sit down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears. You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry. The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a lo

Sleep, my son The night is a river carrying you there where silver stars shiver On streams of dreams to a land without sorrow where boys have fathers and the mounds are hollow in dreams... Sleep, my child the sun hides till morrow Her last rays a way that elven ships follow There, names are not secret that can bring a danger And father to child doesn't have to be stranger in dreams... Sleep, my Hope and hope of your people Than mighty oak your roots are deeper Once you will know the pride of the humbled, the value of honour and hopes of your kindred, their dreams... Sleep, my son while darkness is soothing, while