The sun peeks through
a canopy of leaves.
A blanket of flowers
covers and protects me.
They shelter me with
their petals of pink.
Sheets of softest green
touch my skin.
The perfect spot for the weary.
All is dark.
Until the moon find us.
Hits us with its spotlight.
Blinds us with its glow.
Reveals us to the night.
All we want is darkness.
Respite from the sun.
Sleep for the weary.
Good night moon.
(Source: p–i–c–t–u–r–e–s)
Poise. by Karl-Shakur
We walk alone,
Year after year.
Troubles weigh us down,
No end in sight.
Our loads become heavy,
Our bodies weary.
Frowns on our faces,
Eyes to the sky above,
We ask for salvation.
No answer for our ears.
Hope lingers in our souls,
A hope for better days.
If not in this lifetime,
then maybe in the next.
A walk down the street.
Fragrances so sweet.
White cobblestones line the way.
Here is where I want to stay.
Away from the madding crowd.
A place where I can be proud
To call my new home.
I don’t need a phone.
All I need is a soft bed
To lay down my weary head.
Fishermen’s cries will wake me
To start my day by the sea.
All is dark.
Until the moon find us.
Hits us with its spotlight.
Blinds us with its glow.
Reveals us to the night.
All we want is darkness.
Respite from the sun.
Sleep for the weary.
Good night moon.
We walk alone
through the cold and rain.
We carry our troubles
on our weary backs.
The load gets heavier
each and every year.
We grow older
but not always wiser.
When will life become simpler?
When will the load lighten?
Not in this lifetime.
Maybe in the next.
The moon brings out the best in us.
It reflects our inner thoughts and desires.
Some may howl at the moon,
while others are impelled to dance.
Dance until the sun rises.
Dance until your limbs grow tired.
Dance until you feel at peace.
At peace with the world.
INTO THE FOREST
I will lie down on the forest floor.
I could not ask for anything more.
A soft bed to hold my head.
Flowers to cover me red.
The night turns windy and chilly.
At least it’s not too hilly.
The moon is moving into place.
I’m beginning to fear this place.
Time for me to go home.
No time for me to roam.
I hope to meet only friend, not foe.
Too bad I forgot which way to go.
