I Wander
I wander once upon a sullen night
and stop in a tree
to rest my weary body
The compassionate embrace
of the trunk in my back
Somehow warms me
against that freezing memory
Thinking it over
will only sway that sharp blade
Into my already wounded heart
Whom time can't even heal
The oak tree understands me
For many a years he witness
that kind of weight
Carried by a trapped soul like me
The night's silver lamp above
lessen the thick sorrows inside
By thawing it with her light
Her looks filled with empathy
shivers and softens me
As if she's sorry
For seeing my gloomy heart
Just like the way
She dimly sees things at night
Fresh breeze from the dark
Dilutes the smoke
Curling darkly in my mind
Crickets in the night
help to cry my heart out
And I can't help
to put my gaze above
To listen to the language
of the twinkling stars
Where they loudly speak;
"Hope remains,
While the heart is still throbbing!"
Copyright © Juan Paolo Galua | Year Posted 2010
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