Night Sky
The night sky lights on me her shining grace,
As tears slowly trickle down my face...
She sees all my sorrows, trouble and shame,
As I lay myself down, wounded by pain...
The night sky engulfs me with her blanket of stars,
Doing her best to mend all my scars...
She breathes upon me her cold, comforting air,
As I stare into the darkness, lost in despair...
The night sky shares with me her amazing history,
As I bare to her all the story of my misery...
She listens carefully to each word I say,
As I share a story of loneliness, love and dismay...
The night sky shows me the black clouds she passes,
Hoping that by doing so, my sadness she might suppress...
She sees that slowly, a smile creeps from my lips,
Though the pain from my wounds continuously seeps...
The dawn is coming, the night sky had to go,
She said goodbye, she just had to do so...
She did her best, and I know what I had to do,
As a new day comes, I had to move on too...
April 19, 2010
Butterflies
BUTTERFLIES
Butterflies come in different colors,
From yellow to red, from white to blue,
They'll fly carelessly towards you,
The least time you expect them too.
Their wings flutter gracefully,
Amusing your weary days,
Their colors shining in the sun,
Takes your blues away.
And when you're dowm and lonely,
It rest atop your shoulder,
Its blue wings cooling your sad eyes;
Making you feel much better.
The moments you had together,
Will never ever be replaced,
Your love for it will never fade,
Treasured in the memories you made.
Butterflies guides along the way,
Away from nasty thorns and weeds,
They support us as we grow and bloom,
They listen to our silent heeds.
And when you take it forgranted,
Or don't even bother or care,
You don't realize how much you'll regret,
To lose a butterfly so rare.
Sometimes we may not realize,
That they are blessing in disguise.
They'll make you smile when life's a mess,
Or things goes really tense.
All I can say is one things for sure,
They're our life, our joy, our cure,
They're supportive, caring and wise,
They are our priceless butterflies.
Butterflies come in different colors,
From yellow to red, from white to blue,
They'll fly carelessly towards you,
The least time you expect them too.
Their wings flutter gracefully,
Amusing your weary days,
Their colors shining in the sun,
Takes your blues away.
And when you're dowm and lonely,
It rest atop your shoulder,
Its blue wings cooling your sad eyes;
Making you feel much better.
The moments you had together,
Will never ever be replaced,
Your love for it will never fade,
Treasured in the memories you made.
Butterflies guides along the way,
Away from nasty thorns and weeds,
They support us as we grow and bloom,
They listen to our silent heeds.
And when you take it forgranted,
Or don't even bother or care,
You don't realize how much you'll regret,
To lose a butterfly so rare.
Sometimes we may not realize,
That they are blessing in disguise.
They'll make you smile when life's a mess,
Or things goes really tense.
All I can say is one things for sure,
They're our life, our joy, our cure,
They're supportive, caring and wise,
They are our priceless butterflies.
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