There isn’t a word for my thoughts this day
There isn’t a need to worry about time as well
Only tranquility have found a place to stay
Yet, perhaps only in my dreams can I tell
With without words, only in poetry
Like angels falling from the sky
Heaven and Hell in disregarded serenity
I wonder if words in me will one day die
A breath of silence amongst the air
A calm without ever the need for love
Is life only ever simply as fair?
Left unheard will my calling be, to the Heaven’s above?
Might a darker time belongs this night?
A moment more awaiting to tell
Where shadows and words turn to hide
Still unheard is my call, even to Hell
With the day easing to its passing
There still belongs the given sense of tranquility
With without reality, I’m still dreaming
With only words for yet another poetry