It is often difficult not knowing
Where the wind will blow?
Where the tides will turn?
When the storm will cease?
Tragedy hit us hard as nails
Leaving a tail—spin wind, whistling within our midst
A once perfect euphoria fades all together
Like the ripples of the mirror-glass stream
Heart-ache and pain
Then follows despair along
with the tip, tap drops of rain
Life is a mirage, capricious cycle of day-night dreams
Shows a thousand faces to endure
One instant you are happy and next your heart bleeds
Then contentment may grace the soul once more
Up then down
Blessed then cursed
But to give comfort
The sun will rise again
In the east, I know
copyright (c) 2012
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? -Shelley's lines are recalled to the mind. Life is a cycle..day and night dreams. What a line this is! Your lines brief are the most suitable to quote in facebook and twitter. The tip, tap and dropp sounds of the rain are ringing in my ears. This is also a masterpiece.
Wow..You are amazing..Keeps me wanting more..Thanks for thge invite!
nice one godfrey, it's all in the toss of a coin my friend, thats how fast fortunes change, you just don't know whats round the corner, but just to have faith that you'll weather the storm.
Very nice... the spiral of life (i.e. a circle with a beginning and an end) ... Terry
I love this poem, particularly the mystique which is held within. Thank you for inviting me to browse your work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem, with a mystical touch, which I like. well done.