Lachrymose

2. World of pain

The moon beams, the stars sing their song,
They gently kiss the sky, the place where they belong.
The planets move, the clouds crash against the night,
A symphony of beats; the music takes its flight.
The trees away, the leaves gracefully dance,
I sit and wonder: does love deserve a second chance?
The rain falls: looking crystalline and white,
Looking like fireflies, falling into the night.
I close my eyes and memories cloak my sight of the rain,
And then my chariot takes me back to the world of pain.
~*~
{ Your absence inflicts pain. I'll accept it as your gift to me. }

18th April, 2017.
10:44p.m.