Your eyes used to shine bright
But where is the shine now?
And you used to smile with such delight
But it left you somehow.
I wonder why you lost your spark,
I hope you find it again.
I pray you get out of the dark
Come back, let’s begin.
I took out the stars for you
Pulled them close so you could hold on to them,
See their beauty up close.
Let the light shine upon that rugged face
Feel the warmth of their light and let it be your guide.
You belong with the stars, love
So don’t forget to shine.
He was just a phase.
Much like the moon with its different phases
He came and stayed on my sky for a bit
Enough to inspire
Enough for me to want and fall in love with.
And like the moon
He disappeared one day
And slowly too did my desire for him.
He was just a phase
A lesson I had to learn the hard way
But a lesson learned, nonetheless.
The usual noise of the city beats
Not heard of today.
Today, empty are the streets
Lazy was the day.
The usual crowd are not seen
They’ve taken their long weekends
Such a change of scene.
The busy city is silent.
When I finally let you go
I found peace of mind.
I found a peace within me where once there were numerous questions.
My tears have found peace
And most tears I cry now are for joy.
Where I used to have a knot for fear of not being with you,
I am now able to breathe easily.
I found peace the moment I let you go.
When I realised you were the chaos
I was able to appreciate the silence.
I am now at peace with myself
And you are now just a lesson on an old page in my book.
Dry spell happened even before summer truly began
It’s been hot and humid, to the heat I’m not a fan.
And now on recent days it’s been rainy and gloomy
It’s like a weird summer abnormality.
But to the cooler weather, I am not complaining
I wouldn’t complain even if it were raining.
I welcome this cooler summer while it lasts
As it won’t stay like this for long, according to the forecasts.
“I love you” is a simple word
But greatly abused
Greatly over used
Mostly taken advantaged of
And often forgotten.
And so I say to all those who need to hear this,
Remember these words
I love you
Most people may not believe when I say
That I want to grow old with hair of silvery gray.
Wrinkles may not make me look fair
But that’s something I really don’t care.
I see wrinkles as proof of the life I’ve lived and the struggles I’ve overcome
Proof I did my best, I didn’t give up, didn’t succumb.
My wrinkly skin would serve as maps of my adventures
And perhaps, as well as my misadventures.
Oh to be old with hair of silvery gray,
To reach that age, is what I pray.
Orange was the sky
Burning brightly yonder.
The west was still dark and sleepy
But the east was bright and awake.
I took a snapshot of the beauty in my mind
To help me get through the day ahead.