Silver moonlight.
No stars to be seen in the sky.
You're taken by a stream of souls.
Relieved.
Flying high.
And you're joining the never ending dance of ghosts.
You join their movements.
Like water, so fluently.
In harmony.
Where is the border between life and death?
It's never gonna be visible,
It's indistinguishable
In the never-ending flow of water.
And you join their ranks in the dance of ghosts,
Slowly turning to silver moon light.
Running like a water stream through the night.
Silently.
In harmony.
A waterdrop like silver moonlight.
A quiet place, graceful in the night.
A dance, but no song.
Movement forever.
Dancing in unison where you belong.
What is one drop of water
Against a sea of tears?
It drowns and gets lost in them.
Indistinguishable.
Irretrievable.
Invisible.
And just like that you've joined the dance of ghosts.
You move in unison.
Like water flowing down a mountain.
You've found your place.
You've found a reason.
An endless phase
Of harmony.
YOU ARE READING
Chaos In My Mind
Poetry𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑜ℎ 𝑠𝑎𝑦 ... This is a book of some poems I've written r...
