August 10, 2012


Dark as the night,
He rises swiftly,
Taking in the lights,
He strides gently.

Bright as the sun,
He grins and shines,
Chases the storm,
He freed the binds.

Take me away,
Meant me no harm,
Hold my waist and sway,
To the beating drum.

What left is only pain,
Songs are the balm,
Washed in the rain,
Are the chords strummed.

And so I walk,
Just let me be,
Waiting him to talk,
For only me.


Edy said...

It's been a long time since the last English poem posted here.

Kudos, tira ;)

Anonymous said...

I ain't got enough time to really make a poem, but hey.. thanks :)