Sunrise On The Hills

Deep in the woods, the cold thin air,
Rustled in the trees, in silent despair.
Dark it was, and a dark age of grief.
Living in isolation, beneath a thousand screams.
Times change, and people change
But the dark woods still remained.
Rivers flowed in a peculiar way
like deep inside they had something to say
To say that moonshine never shone.
And that silence was, that faint voice of hope.
So long the voice waited for that voice of hope.
For that golden age where Time would be broke.
They longed for light, from the depths of ignorance
And yearned for more but couldn't rise from the surface
For darker it was, and a dark age of grief
But then there was light! A spark in the hills.
A spark that rose from the brightest of the bright,
and took away their sorrows, and let the woods ignite.
Then there were rays, all glowing
Bringing the innocent from the fear of falling
A bright, distant star, soared in the sky,
Though distant, they felt a little closer by.
And that my friends, is a wish fulfilled
To have a brand new day,to see the sunrise on the hills.

The Lost Lullaby

I remember being cared

when I was feeling scared

In my rocking bed,

 with my little ted.

Her voice echoed my ears,

dried my eyes of tears.

In all these passing years,

 she kept away my fears.

Her lovely, blue eyes 

were priceless.

Her glowing lock of blonde

which I was very fond of.

Days passed and I grew

Her love and care, I still knew.

She was no more

in this human world .

Having taken flight
like a morning bird.

Poor Little Riches Of Life

It doesn't matter how I live now,

what I lost, or what I gained.

For I have nothing to lose,

Still you may say I'm rich.

Rich in things, that one may not care,

Apart from fame, wealth and glory,
I have peace from despair.
So, looking back in time,
I see priceless moments.
And that is all, I have
That is all that I can take,
Back to worlds where
beginnings and ends meet.

The Raindrop

I am like the people of earth

Life full of twists, unstable from birth

Deep down the trenches, it's dark and gloomy.

Many are forgotten, as the waves go through me.

Some rise up, into the sky.

Some stay back, unable to fly.

And some sink, deep down,

Oblivious, and never found.

One day, quite unannounced, I rose up.

Anxious and afraid, with the wind so gruff.

Up there in the sky, things are great.

You'll never have to regret your mistakes.

Every path will lead you to what you believe.

You'll never have to take pain, or grieve.

My conscience doesn't stop here

Heavens' never been my world. 

As times go by, I fall into the arms

of Mother Nature's thirsty farms.

Men praise me, gracefully,

for I, as tiny as I can be,

have given more to the life

that has let me free.

The Abandoned Path

I saw a road, taken by none,

Curious to discover, I thought it was fun.

The journey, was very long,

But I felt like, that's where I belong.

At last, I saw the world for me, 

Built with beauty, where I'd like to be.

The moon comes up, and the sun goes down, 

Rivers flowing, in their silver gown.

Returning birds, the evening sky, 

Tempting me, to go and fly.

This is a place, I have never seen, 

The heaven of heavens, I've never been.

                                                       

The Blinding Curiosity