At the dawn of happiness, At the end of activity. The sun prepares to disappear. Leaving behind a trail of warmth. A feeling of raptured joy, Ready to vanish in the greatness and might of a cloud, A cloud that does not seem to pity. The sun smiles back at me, Leaving rays contentment and certainty, To the west it goes, To make way to for a darkened experience. In sets darkness, for the innocent creations. I stand in fear, leaning against gains I have. Taking note of every memory of the day. How I toiled and suffered to earn. Yet the night does not care. It is ready to take, Even that which doesn’t belong to it. I leap forth, but I have no sigh of better. I feel a force, I feel a shove, I feel a snatch, But I don’t want to let go off what I have, Yet I am overpowered by though and the force. I keep feeling that I have to let go. But the grain of pain within me, Small but sharp, takes away my happiness. After no time, I am alone, With no courage to walk on .i look at the skies, Beautifully patterned by the stars and the moon. Harmonized sound of unseen creatures. Sending out consolation, to an empty me. With a rendition of gracious songs, Seemingly new to my musical ear. Peace full on the without, while I don’t feel it. Betraying the feeling and the sight. Incoming!!! Hope beckons. I see the crave for a better day ahead. I feel the emptiness within my soul, Yet the courage to hold on, A little longer, keeps my eye closed. Trusting that the skies will watch over the destroyed heart, The empty hand, the sorrowful face, The unsettled mind. Then I see an easterly dawn, a horizon that is so receptive, Beckoning my body, destroyed being. Reminding me of a chance, to build a castle. That which can’t be brought down by yesterday. Yes, that which is better than yesterday.
Posted on: Mon, 11 Aug 2014 06:25:07 +0000
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