Quotes by Scott Hastie

Nothing that truly mattersCan ever evaporate,Be excised,Burnt out of your soul.

Be as audaciousAs you wish.By all means look to the heavens.

In this life at least,Our fate is rarely epic.Maybe just as well,Impervious heroes we are not…

A permanent pathThat, once illuminated,Goes ever onward – a way home…

How stubborn life is,It clings like silver in our souls.

The sea, the sea…Man alone,Passive, unawareIn his elemental sadness.

Where once there was a void,Now at least there are Seeds of splendour,Becalmed belief for another time.

The searing light of morningAsks unwelcome questions,Fragile hopes soon blistered by daylight.

The light needs only our trustAnd, of course, the darknessTo work its eternal alchemy.

Paradise is no whim.It takes time and trust,You see.

The gilded spiralOf longings within.Our very own cathedralThat points persistently to heaven.

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streetsAnd the music of fresh fallen leavesCaught in a sliding summer breeze.

On the canvas of life,Every sweep of the brush matters,Counts for something…

Soothing the exhaustionIn my soul,So I can fall back skyward,Safe in your arms,And survive to dream again.

Let us have no guiltLeft to wasteFor dreaming still.

Mislaid flame of tender emotionsRekindled.Together we live to the point of tears,I wouldn’t want it any other way.

There can be no law of nature, no science,No aberrant infliction of human willThat unchained the soul cannot conquer,Simply sweep away, should it chose to.

Sacred space in whichTo distil, like amber,The best of your love.

I knew such a woman once,She gave me everything.Her love like a soft riot singing,She knew how to shine.

I am just like you,Destined to play my part.And leave,In the nature of my departure at least,Some kind of sweet message behindIn the fathomless pattern I make.