Reflection
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The orange sun rose to its luminous ray To paint the canvas of the planet’s array Its gentle shine light the season’s new day Its soft blaze colour the mantlepiece like an instant replay With a sliver of magic the blankets gently lay. The spectre of the clouds converge with heaven’s gates To trace the
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Staring through a misty glass window – been raining for days…swirling down in spiral waves I felt chills trembling down my spine – touching every limb, every fiber of my being I start to feel numb – tears made my eyes cloudy It felt so dark, made things so grey and gloomy – felt so
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The gloom of the day seem favoring my thoughts, The silent coldness of my existence enveloping time, The beat of my heart aggravating every system, The normal breaths becoming a painful sigh, And the sweet gentle cuddle becoming a clench of hurt. Looking back from a yesterday I thought I have done something right Looking
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Re-edited 8 Mar 2014. I felt that my little sister is one hell of a sparrow…that even on broken wings she soars high like no other. Thank you for showing me your strength. I love you.
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From a wishing well I thought of something I long to feel I thought of somewhere surreal I thought somehow there’s time to steal And thought of someone holding me safely still. From a wishing well I dream of a life for faith to define I dream of destiny’s summit to climb I dream of
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Here I am standing at every creation of a dream – a discovery in motion The season has once again changed – shifting and varying its existence The length of every stage triples the width of trials At every mounts of challenge – clutched a prayer With will – a hope is wielded to every
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The morning starts with anticipation and fear at the sound of the alarm The ring can be cast upon as ano excitement or a misery The tictoc echoing like enchantment and poison And there’s a voice within resounding to harmony and opposition. The hint of indecision bothers in every angle The lines of anxiety and…
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The silence has filled the dawn As emptiness inhabits the room There’s a hollow curtain of serenity And a thought sinks into nothingness I sensed a quiet grasp of contentment. In my solitude, I reviewed my thoughts Maybe there is something there I can find In my distinct bareness, I re-created my visions Maybe
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The call of the birds started to sound in resonance The croaks of the frogs across the lake hummed in unison The soft blow of the wind brushed a hymn of silence The trees bend and swayed with their arms enfold As the moon bade farewell to its rest The sun rose to its place
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The sun starts to rise to its glory The squirrels running towards the trees with nuts to bury As birds in choir hum their morning song Trees are dancing to the tune with branches swinging along I tapped my feet, snapped my fingers created lyrics to the song Come sing with me, and feel the
Choices, Chances and Changes 