The skies are gray, and lightning rays,
Illuminate the darkness.
There is no song for Love that’s gone,
And you, you keep on caring,
Your heart becomes a jaded cage,
From then on all despairing.
The skies are gray, and lightning rays,
Illuminate the darkness.
There is no song for Love that’s gone,
And you, you keep on caring,
Your heart becomes a jaded cage,
From then on all despairing.
Does the Ocean have compassion,Of those that Love ignored?
That appearsWithout beingCalled,As does the Sun,Illuminating all.
Observers of life and timeEverything, is your stage,Nothing escapes your poetic range,And poetry is your lifeLike a breath of fresh air,That in order to liveThru Love, you must share.
Numbers are not letters,That they understand,They may do better at politics,Because they are idealists,And Freedom is their stand.
Excesses, accumulating,Truly out of hand,Those responsible,For them, no reprimand,Many things are crumbling!Very hard to understand,How those now who have power,Have been making wrong decisionsRoughly written in the sand.
I wonder why?Is it perhaps,BecauseUnhappiness and tearsAre the Poet’sWritten sighs?