Posted in By Eon Heath 18 comments

Days of the setting sun,
Nights with moonless skies,
Hey stranger,
Why do you pass me by?

Empty glasses of wine,
Room filled with smoke,
For what we say eternity,
Is still a count of time…

The faces, each
Has some story,
Of battles lost,
And some that never knew glory…

They come to rest,
Refill the glass with wine,
Am I the inn?
Each stranger passes by…

- Eon Heath

p.s.- Hey people, i am posting after a real long time, sincere apologies. Work is hectic, so couldnt give much time to writing.
Cant say for sure that am back, but hope i would. And also hope to catch up on your posts soon.