the same mystery that lies beyond
the mountains and the lakes
rests in this little garden
inside my chest
to my waking hours
to my sleeping thoughts
I felt like marching
towards a battle that was never my own
far the distance where my eyes could reach
is a horizon of scarlet red
the rays of Sol pierced my skin
and I was awake again
I held my sword as tight as I can
rising up from bathing in the sand
the waves crashed against the walls of where I stand
then I realized that -
even in my journey through the desserts
thinking of you is my oasis
YOU ARE READING
A Diary
PoetrySee how the world could be sketched into words and how poetry could find a missing soul.
