Cold nights come sometimes
It brings to me memories
Which I thought I lost on the way
Nevertheless, I see who I become
From what I was many moments ago

Cold nights remind me of…
A tender boy I was
And when I cried for most things
It reminds me of when I was caring
And lost count of my self-care
When the days I write for love
But never was loved in return

But right now…
Things changed
I am no more a boy
I am no more a child
I think, I act
I dream, I believe
I hold my feelings
I hold my thoughts
I am now carefree
I am a man

But I still love
For if I loved once
I always will do…

For God has made it so
And thus, this part of me
I shall never let go

The clouds are dark blue
The skies painted with many hue
The wind sifts about the way
Pushing the turbans away
The heights of the mountains
Lay quiet, near the Lions den

The clouds hung motionless
Awaiting the Judges case
A hopeful evening
Turned to one, windy

And here the storm just began
Making all cold, the child, the man
And every one who lived in the clan

Lullaby

I will write a poem for you tonight Close your eyes and let your head rest Lay close to me and listen to my tale Do you feel the breezes shove our hair? The Fireplace refuses to loose out on the tale There’s only one explanation of this A light rain will help strike a… Continue reading Lullaby

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