“falling”

Wish away, another shooting star

Distant childhood hopes, fading out of view

Lying there on the blanket, gazing afar

Discussions of life, until ours faces were blue

Slipping away from the stresses of life 

Spreading laughs and music into the night

Hearing stories, forgiving past strife 

Discord of the big picture, out of sight 

Mighty, our passion to lend a hand 

Solving the problems for the less fortunate 

Speaking of justice, declaring a firm stand 

Falling in that moment, just a little bit

Seeing the heart of this porcelain moon 

Glow like the sun on a morning dew 

Galaxies, atoms, even a bug cocoon 

Talking, listening, all I want, from you

“The Tale (part 2)

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“The Tale (part 2)”

Etched on the bark, a memory left behind to be the sign for the future prospects of love

Mind absent, under the shade of a tree, a poet sits and writes from the heart, so it be

“I, for thee, will do anything, should it make you happy.”

Love or lust, a trust that that evil hasn’t gotten the best of us

Yearning, when the feeling of ignited passion is deserted

Jilted, leaving future prospects with a poet languid of their time

Ubiquea memory or moment flashes behind my eyes

Reminisce, simple bliss that I miss; one amongst many on the list

Adhering to the practical, a place of comfort; so desolate from the world
Chasing hopes and wishes, a dreamer by design, with a fragile state of mind

Karma’s beautiful balance, carving a future forged from his feeling and past

Obscurity, dwelling plains for the tale of a poet; his heart longs