starless, starless nightsky
-
on the placid evening, I gaze
upon dreaming eyes, enchanted
by the surreal clouds
darkened tapestries
-
galactic beauty weaved on black fabric
framed by the portrait of my windows
and no, no cosmic jewelries are etched
nor lunar mirror attached
-
how lonely, how lonely it is
stretching beyond the endlessness
- a rare painting, divine;
~~~
wandering, my soul goes wandering
down the deepest oceans of my heart
where lies slumbering, reposing
an entity, that became prisoner of the past
-
locked by the dungeons of sorrow
its wings tied and broken by society's fire
forcefully repressed, its once bright flames
now of gloomy shades and hues of grey
-
hay...
sorry, I am sorry
-
with regret, the refreshing air flowed in me
and with forgiveness, flowed out
carrying the loads of resentment
- a spiritual reawakening;
-
with every solid breathe, every hopeful tear
melts the opressing bars
suffocating rooms
painful ropes
-
lighter. smoother. easier.
~~~
beats, my heart beats once again
playing the lovely music long-silenced
as the monotonous rhythm of the world
replaced it harshly
-
free, the being is free at last,
I am free at last,
from the sanction of what's "normal"
and restrains of the conventional
-
shine, I know I will shine brightly
perhaps not in the way
that the fiery stellar blazes
as accustomed
-
but beautifully, magically
in the way of the starless,
starless nightsky.
