And there it stays,
Till come the days,
When skies decide to cry.
Blue tears that fill the ocean blue,
Sometimes sprayed with spume white,
Of waves that swiftly come and go,
And surf Nature’s delight.
The color Blue, so many tones,
The same as is for life,
It seems to dream, a perfect scheme,
That disappears at night,
When all is dark and silent too,
And all that’s blue takes flight.
From the heart,Touches the soul,Once again you hear Life’s call!
Our only light,Sometimes so bright,It seems someone up high,In the sky,Has not wanted the light of day,To completely die
Living Life and Time,Have faded me away,Like an evening flowerThat may not live another day.But, does it really matter?As the bitter winds of LifeProgress and Sway,Here today and gone tomorrow,Not even after all Life’s troubleDoes your looking glass Double,Have a right to stay.
I still don’t know,I search the Truth,I must write,To liberate my spirit,To quench my fright,From the insecure incense,That permeated the air,The World nonsense,That makes me drown,In my own despair.I want to write,Because I have to,For me it’s like fresh air,My thoughts choke me,They must come out,Silence is cowardice,I don’t know how to live like this,I…
How many moon crescentsHave to pass by, be lostHow many Seas, Crossed?Love is not easy,To the sky it may ascend,But as it tries to go higherMay also be irreparably,Hurt and Lost,Like a delicate flower,Love, if continuallyTested and harassed,Will make you loseThe One,You love the most.
Makes not out of words a mere mockery,Opens Worlds that are heard in sonority.
