A solitary man fiddling with the nodes,
Waves crashing,
Thunder and lightning,
There is a light at the end of the road.
The howling wind drowning my screams,
The violent rocking destroying dreams,
Pushing off sacks of cotton and rice,
Watching the waves quickly rise,
There is a light at the end of the road.
Far in the distance where one can see,
Wherein the calmness has conquered the sea,
One man alone stands,
In the frigid winds of the frozen sands.
Casting a shadow of the mystical blue,
The moon plays around with many hues,
Once upon a time I loathed this view,
Now I've returned with love anew.
Upon the hill I walk astride,
My horse and I tired from the ride,
The vantage point which we seek,
Near the babbling brook which creaks at night,
There is a light at the end of the road.
Making the climb up to the light,
In the dead of the night,
All my journey has been fun,
But not as much as the return to my son.
There is a light at the end of the road.
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Whispers of the Mind
PoetryLocked up inside, the mind speaks to you. Sometimes, it tells you of your past wishes, sometimes it becomes the cause of your spirals, and even more times, it allows you to dream. What a wonderful place this world could be if everyone achieved their...
