Monday 19 April 2010

Moonlit nite

Shining bright in the sky as blue as the sea
Sound of the howling wolf reaching the farthest being
The light seeking in the creep of the dark
Voices without shape reaching to the deepest soul
But,twinkling of lights brighten the cold heart
Hoping for the dark to disappear
Embracing the white silvery light creeping out of the darkness
Endless, once in a blue moon

If

It's a word that man loves to say and hear
It's a word that contains hope and despair
Dreams need it
However...
Regrets are full of it
Still...
It's a wonderful thing when the opast becomes the future
Alas...
Hopes against hopes
It would never happen
Only if...