Timeless thoughts of a winter's stare,

Eyes gazing over a landscape bare.

Memories drift on a blustery breeze,

dying light ushers in the freeze.

Greetings, beings of the Earth and fellow authors/visitors of

To those who are still foreign of my existence, I am the person who is called, Cyan. A pleasure to meet your acquaintance.

Reaching out for a grasp on the present

stillness sets in, alone and desolate.

Future unknown, outcome uncertain,

Briliance barriered by the drawn curtain.

Thank you for visiting my profile. Maybe some of you are still curious of me so, a little bit more informations won't hurt.

Short Briefing about myself:

Path now set, before me known;

Closing light now emanating from home.

Enter my homestead, heart with glee,

Two eyes of the future peering upward at me.

As what other authors would usually love, it's mutual for me too

I LOVE :

Trusting in him to forge forward until fullfilled;

Basis of strength, values I have instilled.

A weary mind at last permitted to rest;

Reflecting on the realization of how I am blessed.

I welcome any PMs from you!

And you can reach me on LiveJournal! Just search for thewintercyan

Ja matane,

Cyan.