Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Monday, January 18, 2016

Through the night

I lingered with you
In thick dense fog;
Slowly weaving my way
Through the murky night,
Lit by two bright
Hazel lamps;
And in that warm luster,
That radiant glow,
I strayed far,
Until the dim light
Of dawn
Sneaked up to me.
By then,
It was too late
To turn back
And find my way.
Instead
I decided to wander,
With you,
In your skies and oceans.
May be
They could lead me home.



6 comments:

Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.