Zander William Pearson
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Zander William Pearson Poems
As my fingers rest on the keys, Preparing for the song, I close my eyes.
Unity -Part 8- Death
With Life there must be Death, Unfortunately so, and the emotions, The are caused by Death, Are as powerful as Death itself.
Unity -Part 3- Fire
Raging through the Earth, Burning everything in sight, Fire's untamed fury, Edges to dominance.
Unity -Part 1- Air
As the night shades the world, And everything sleeps, The gentle, clean breeze of Air's soft breath Still flows.
Unity -Part 9- Energy
A flash streaks down to Earth, And thunder pursues. The Sound struggles to keep up, As the Energy shoots through the sky.
Unity -Part 4- Earth
Earth forms the base of all the elements, None of them can exist without it, It's beauty can awe even the most impassive people And it's power can destroy the most strong structures
Unity -Part 7- Life
The beauty of Earth, The majesty of Water, The freedom of Air, The power of Fire.
Unity -Part 6- Darkness
Don't think the story could just end there, A protagonist always has an antagonist. Where Light fails to reach it's arms out, Darkness prevails there.
Unity -Part 5- Light
The four elements give way to more great, As Light shine's it's wisdom among the lands. Casting away the darkness, And showing the path.
Unity -Part 2- Water
Flowing through the river, Moving peacefully, Throughout the Earth Wherever the currents runs,
We've counted only nine, but the family's much bigger. A connection of Elements, that make a union.
The Silent Tree
Gentle and forlorn, Darkness creeps, Slowly stalking The solemn presence.
I'm finally getting somewhere Just maybe I'm going somewhere Hopefully.
Plant a Seed
A flower will not grow if it is not planted. Will not live if it is not watered
Comments about Zander William Pearson
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
As my fingers rest on the keys,
Preparing for the song,
I close my eyes.
I visualize the song,
Hearing the melody in my mind,
And I close off my mind.
I simply stop thinking,
And let the music, my soul, and my fingers,
Do all the work.
My fingers begin the journey,
Flying through the keys,
The music fills me,
And I drift off,
Into the beautiful harmony.
My fingers soften,
Into an Andante pianissimo.
And a ralentando takes into affect.
As a decresendo takes me,
To a near-impossible ...