Saturday, November 9, 2019

There comes a time...

There comes a time in life,
When the taste of wine seems bitter and salty,
And the smell of the spring is dull.
When the new is old,
And devoid of lustre seems the color of gold,
And nothing seems to be alive at all. 

There comes a time then,
When everyone around looks the same,
Needy and wanting, greedy and vain.
When beauty is rare,
And the need to be is now have to be,
And distant and faded seems the will to awaken, again.

There comes a moment after that,
When all seems hazy and grey,
And the darkness spreads across night and day.
When breathing is laboured by the burdens of history,
And no hurt will ever trigger pain,
When no more words come, no more thoughts are left to say.

Then there is black, lightless and dark,
Nothing has any meaning or value, beyond,
And everything said, done and taken seems like vacuous nothingness.
When all the strife and all the battles past,
And every pinch and every praise,
Can never, ever again, light up the eternally spread darkness.

Snapshot of the day...

Let you be you, Let me be me...

Let you be you for a little while,
Let me be me for a little while,
A little unfinished and a little bit jagged,
A little unrefined and a little ragged,
Before we dive back to the stream of life,
And disappear in the flow. 

Let you dream free for a moment,
Let me dream free for a moment, 
Of flying through the clouds, away from all of this noise,
In a colour of the skies, of our choice,
Before we wake up to the everyday mime,
Trapped in the shackles of time.

Let you soar high for a day,
Let me soar high for a day,
Going beyond where imagination loses its way,
Where the winds blows free and angels dream away,
Before we fall to the dusty ground again,
Cast to a destined and dull end.