Monday, 7 February 2011

It's dark....

Have you ever thought,
Or even have you told?
The wind generally blows,
For the dark to be cold.

Just sit in the dark,
And wtch through the sky.
The wind is blown from,
the grass and trees standing high.

The dark grows cold,
For the blood to be warm.
Love is the soul,
And in the dark is darned.

Dark is the place,
For peace and the shine.
Dark is the time,
For love to be divine.

Dark is what,
Brings two souls together.
Be it passionate lovers,
Or a scared kid and mother.

Dark is the blanket,
That engulfs the bright sun.
Dark is a hope,
Of life at the horizon.


1 comment:

  1. DUDE. i did feel the poetic undercurrent but i didn't know the poet did exist in person!