And finally I met him with a list of questions to ask, Sitting on the cliff why did he let me suffer in the dark, The forest was hazy and cold with tress covered under frost, I looked for the footprints but the unbeaten path did not give me any hints, There was a beautiful phase, but that was a maze I was in the plight dying for your sight Finally, the fear of the path and wounded in the bloodbath I made a shelter in the rath…
Holding my hands and wiping my tears he was calm as he came near, He too was wounded like me with many darts because he said I was his part, He replied,” I sent the fireflies to show you the light, but you did not look up in your plight, I wanted to save you from the forest fire, keeping it cold and dark was not my desire I held your hand in the dark noises, but you always took me as an oasis I was always standing by your side but the fear of future kept you blind… And he answered for everything that I encountered I asked him for forgiveness as my heart was filled with bitterness God looked into my eyes, calming all the tides And now I feel so light with everything beautiful and bright
On wrong side of truth a prophecy burns. A conflict of your own choosing when more was less. Do you need some divine intervention in resolving human questions? The innocence of a sunflower will not blame the moon for dark
There was no end to looking inside. I was crumbling. Unnamed homing in of anguish, not knowing me. The wasted questions of revival. A depleted dawn of a failed sun? A river war between two hills for a moon? Time
John Walker served his country in WWII It was something he felt obligated to do. In combat he risked his life Even while he was facing strife He wrote his family back at home While he was on another roam
Your genome was climbing down. I hate to count the steps. Feathers hurt sometimes after the end of flying. How far was the moment of dust? You were still swimming in saline water. A collective guilt will pay the price.