My Mistress Poem by Derick Grey

i stand alone i stare at the unknown.
The wind blows gentle as my thoughts bypass each other.
The stars take me to distant lands.
The open sky relieves me of all my unnecessary burderns.
I stand alone pondering about my mistress and the missed dates.
My veins seethe with anger at myself for my past doings.
The melodies of the grass growing turns my anger into happiness and freedom.
I stand alone staring at the unknown.
I gaze at the rising sun with all the colours of the rainbow, my mistress is all i reprise.
The rising sun brings me back to reality to rectify my wrongs.