On the quietest, darkest nightmares, your grace guides me towards the light. On the stormiest, coldest nights, your voice sings the goddess' melody. Now, can I trace the path, for your presence to shine and light me?
YOU ARE READING
a statement, with a question mark
Poetry• a leftover thoughts for a friend • Sometimes our loving heart made a statement, while our logical brain kept asking "why?". And here it is, it's a poem, it's a desire, it's a letter, it's a feeling, and it's a statement, with a question mark.
