My Little eyes kept blinking , seemed like a storm outside .
Slamming doors and windows , It kept rapping all night .
Closing my eyes I
wanted to feel the storm I couldn’t see ,
The wreck inside me , needed this night to be set
free .
So here I go floating in my mind for endless unforgiving
hours ,
Juggling my fear of memories with my fear of forgetting all that
was.
I remember the day I set out on a blue river on this
starry night
My young eyes
twinkled more than the stars , my heart
so sure of the path.
Now the stars still twinkle but seem more distant than
before ,
And My eyes never regained the light or it was my choice to
let it go
The river keeps flowing although muddy , now with a changed course ,
My dinghy is buried in white dreary sand and my heart is cold and lost .
Tic toc tic of the metronome don’t let me take a breath,
Rhythm is what you
must keep when your tune sucks at best.
Bodies carved out of bodies we drag on like soulless clones,
A spark though rare when it appears is happy to burn us down
.
I opened my eyes and its all silent , seems the storm has past .
Moon is peeping in
washed up air , designing the shadows it can cast.
In the fresh breeze
and under those clear skies , I took a deep long breath ,
Its time for another voyage my friends , with a
storm in my heart to keep .
