Constellation

Been a while since utterance of my soul took place Writing implements remained still in front of my window; Watching the sky’s teardrops in silence’s bow Parchments faced drought’s harsh blisters, For the enclosure’s water dried across its lands Notions embraced time’s strides Contemplation danced with every day’s rhythm Eyes drifted to the deepest valley of secrets Rays drew themes of a day’s occasion A tear, a smile were once shared Constellations of events led to many thoughts Thoughts led to roads of thoughts Ink and pen were tucked by dust Lonesome knocked on their doors, But hope never faded away Tonight I came back Tonight I held the pen Tonight I sing to them to sleep Tonight I raise the flag of speech, As liberty resurrects one’s inner soul