Like a night sky
Thoughts of you are never ending
They are eternal and bright
yet I cannot see so far.
The stars, there and free
Dying with so much beauty
Idolized in death and beyond;
What a deafening thought.
The daylight is a reminder,
A harsh knock of reality,
Enough to bring me to my knees.
There are too many but not enough hours.
I am waiting,
I am waiting.
For life's desolation.
Death's natural embrace.
Whilst the songbirds are singing,
The roots of the inevitable will drag me down.
Their beautiful voices will end my sorrows,
Until I awake under the stars,
Your hand wiping my tears,
Your smile, as peaceful as the songbird's melody
It will be my final storm.
I am waiting for the songbird.
For the end and beyond.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryDisperse feelings of distraught; awaken the mind to the true natures of happiness and satisfaction. But it is all lies.
