Dark night that walks

There is a dark skyThat walksAcross the scatteringOf Little sparksThen in time it turnsTo the bright blue sideIn keeping, with the pattern,That It must abideIn many such cyclesTravels forward the timeIn its ashes, soon forgottenIs all that I adored as mineAnd then when the urn is filledUp to the brim, piles up the grimeIt wouldContinue reading “Dark night that walks”

You are the sea, I am the sun

The seaTranquil and at easeAware of the shimmering mirageOn its restless wavesFrom it’s warmthIt felt the sunWhy? it wonderedAnd asked the the warm one While you play among my wavesyou turn meInto a cloudAnswer me oh mighty Sun!Why may I askDo I drift as a cloud in the breezeCover the skyAnd mask your lightTurn darkContinue reading “You are the sea, I am the sun”

The red petal

Lonesome Red petala piece of the treeis now fallen And freeBathed in theDew drops, pure as glassServed and protectedby loyal blades of grassIt retains its colourVivid and trueUnaware it’s fallenAnd would never be newIn decayIt glowsWhat it isIt showsIts fallenYet it remainsWith its colourthe mind it stainsSoon The petalwould cease to beDissolved in lifeno longerContinue reading “The red petal”