Simple strips, Some woods and shrubs. Deserted or inhabited, Explored or not. Islands, They have a certain character, A saintly serenity. it is there like a sage, ever waiting To embrace those lost sailors Coming washed ashore. An isle of hope A solace to swim to at deluge Imagine a solitary tree in an arid stretch Upon which the birds flock in and Gleefully chirp their long Tales of woes away. Just as much as the birds yearn
For a wood in a long flight A Tree too longs for such a pleasant Breach in its solitary penance. It is a seeker as well a solace Just as everyone Is an island In their own right.
I was aware My breath was not the same His presence sank in me such I feel him in every drop of rain Pain,anger and intense moments Life’s become a fast trail The destination is worthless now Journey my only
People surrounded but my heart is numb Tears cover my eyes Time goes by Everyone asks why But I never reply Forgotten so many years ago Now why I’m questioned? For what reason I’m alive? Everything is silent. All my
I’ll build an island. Away from the home where I was born. Away from the seas and oceans. Far to the galactic ridges of confer. Houses made up of lively lives. Where love is not lust But lust makes you
In search of solace I strayed into a world! There between dream and reality I wandered….. I wandered all alone forever and a day until….. until perfection was a being and flawless was familiar! A kingdom to the I and