Once in a blue moon, luck passes by
Without me knowing, it goes by my side
And though it cries out, I don't realize
But when it's gone, I long for it every night.
I walk in the dark for my heart is blind
And I long for the light of love and life
But my longing is like a spark in the wind
For with every wish comes a great blow from a wind.
My life is like a stem of thorns
But I'm really sure there's a rose at the end
Cause deep, deep down there's still a glow
And a bit of warmth to keep me going on.
And so on and on I keep on hoping
that once in a blue moon
luck would pass by again.
A sublime start with a nice poem, Maira. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have insightfully and wittingly captured the intricacies of luck. Luck being a product of preparation meeting opportunity, one has to be able to identify it whenever it comes knocking on the person's door. Beautiful poem - work of an intricate mind. Thanks for sharing Maira and do remain enriched.