I dont know when the journey will end
But I know when it started
It was winter
When snow balls flakes
Beautifully cold and soft
Maybe it was on a spring
When mud balls rolls
Dirty yet can't keep off
Sometimes, I think
It was on summer days
Bright long days
With relaxed nights
Enough to inspire the breez
To grace the sleeping land
I wish I could stay
Forever this young
That I'm afraid not
Of closing my eyes
Never to open them again
I wish I had the courage
To face some things
In which my fear resides
Deep in me
Inciting feelings
I can tell of not
I wish no knowledge
Of this
I had not
For too much I knowest
Things my voice
Finds no confidance
In speaking them out aloud
Like afraid of an evil spell
Being casted from ends of it all
Its a season,
For a reason,
They said.
But some reasons
I wish I knew them not
Maybe things might have been different
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Wounds of the Moon
PoesíaIwish you days with sunrise and gentle breezes. I wish you smiles with no reason to be sad I wish you happiness which knows no end I wish you peace of mind even in my mind I wish you love that will never wilter like ours has I am here for you, alway...
