In the depths of the night,
As they stumble–in darkness,
They know not what is right;
Who has been here the longest?
Like a sigh–lost in a crowd,
Or the Last star in the sky,
Death is constant–absorbed
Into the ramblings of life.
In the midst of the darkness,
They aimlessly wander.
In searching–In pleading,
To find what is lost.
This sigh fades away
In the crowds growing murmur.
This star fades away
In Sol’s waking smile.
They grieve and they worry,
Looking for the light.
Instead they find wisdom,
and this wisdom is sight.
You tell a story a story you tell you tell a story and you tell it well never could anyone ever beleive that it wasn't you who made up the reprieve. A great poem my friend. Live Well
Wondeful write.......................so beautiful and mesmerizing................I give you10++++............
oh my dear friend... this is most delicious. The way you progress the point is most intriguing. The choppy style of this poem is unmatched! Live Well
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting.. and u write so well =) keep on brewing,