The moon

In the light of the moon the stars dance
A revelry that hides amongst black sky
While shining their own distant light.

No peace has the moon found
While hidden by a black veil
And turning itself toward the earth.

With the cold rays of its light
The moon shows no warmth like
How the sun shines its brightest.

But the moon, so ethereal shined
Proudly in its own light without
Burning those who gaze upon it.


Summer Rain

Summer rains fall upon the world like a warm embrace
Showering everything in sight with it’s crystal drops
While splashing into the ground and giving life
To the nature that blooms best with a warm rain.

Gazing through the window at the summer rain
Listening to the fall of the drops onto the earth
Causing a warm sensation knowing that there
Might be a rainbow after the storm disappears.

There is delight in the feeling of a rainy day
Whether it’s the forced calmness of being still
Or the fact that one can enjoy a cup of tea
Or reading a book all the while window-watching.

Without Muse

Where is the passion for words
Creating a descriptive world
That brightened even the darkest

Where the hours were long
With imagination flying by
Inside the mind with many

Still, the words are hard
To have appear whenever
I have an idea or some story
In mind.

So where do I go when I
No longer have I the muse
But I will try anyway to
Spark life.

Simple Dreams

Simple dreams converge
Colliding into a colossal swarm
Of desires, hopes, despair.

Waking only to find they’re gone
While everyone else slumbers
Into their eventual wake.

But cherish the dreams
That come through the night
Haunting you with their treasure.

By providing you a simple dream
Your wish may or may not come
Depending on your persistence.