July 9, 2008 § 13 Comments
Behind it lies something.
Why can’t the sky face the glorious earth?
The sky seems to cry,
at the sight-it can’t stand
its opposites life being
ripped to shreds by something called life.
Life has a purpose.
Was it to destroy all that was ever made?
Why is there any good left?
Are those tears ,which fall from the ether,
the last song of disparity of the sky?
Is the wind that blows,
the song of death,
Yet as the sky cries and humanity dies,
in me exists a sense of peace.
At last all the destruction seems
to put me at ease.
IS it the fact that i always hated it all?
Did i hate those beautiful days,
of sunshine and the clouds race?
Did i hate all of my life?
Why i thought i chose it?
Yet there is a peace within me.
It makes me feel free.
It is an silence which seems to last forever.
I fell so much better.
I feel humored.
I feel eternal.
I feel rescued.
The gods of the moon and the sun,
sleep for a while
and those of vapors,oil my heart and life.
As those dark heavens move on,
I return with an understanding,
I feel as if everything is a new beginning,
the world is at equilibrium,
the world is me.
I am the world.
OH! the light disperses them all away
and the birds return to their way.