Journey To The West Poem by Falana Zion

Under the life's moonless night,
The life's craving blight
The bleeding stars,
I'd tread the journey to the west

The grasses may shed their tears
The birds knit their nests
Journey to the west,
No rest

Friendless and restless
Peerless and sleepless
Nature seeks my tears
But, no success no rest

No home, no throne!
The stone maybe my couch
The byways would be my hope
Even though my long night maybe lone