Cynthia Ferguson Poet Rhyme

Somewhere

Sometimes the sky here is dark not to pretty
I can see the lights from the distant city
Somewhere there is a candle burning
Left out on a shelf in the darkest night
Sometimes we all feel we get forgotten
And our love can vanish in the night
And I know there is always a tomorrow
And I know the earth is still turning
But I can only follow my own footsteps
As the dark night in the moonlight feels hollow

But I can see the light from all the cities
And I know there is place for me tonight
Sometimes the sun is not here very often
And the sky feels low, heavy and very tight
I wish somehow the mood could soften
As I watch how we slip away into the night
I know no one  will not ever be forgotten
I have my memories they are burning
Beneath my feet the earth is still turning
It’s so hard for me to draw the curtain
It’s hard for me to move my pencil right
But I must keep myself from hurting

I hope someday you’ll come to the city	
Where everything is all aglow and bright
There is a rainbow in every streetlight
Everything else turned black and white
I will always love life in the city
That is where you will always find me
If you’re looking you’ll find me in the city
Somewhere I am burning big and bright
And it was love that lit the candle
To keep away the dark when I’m alone at night,

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Edlynn Nau October 18, 2015 at 11:55 PM I read this again and decided to pick out my favorite lines that give me the chills...here they are: "I hope someday you'll come to the city; Where everything is all aglow and bright; There is a rainbow in every streetlight; Everything else turned black and white." Awsome! E. Nau

Edlynn Nau September 3, 2015 at 12:48 PM Hello Cynthia: I ENJOYED the clever comparison of love and light to the city and dark, low ceiling clouds, and distance from the city, as symbolic of the absence of love. TWEAK: 2nd verse, second to last line: "It's hard me to move..." did you omit FOR? It's hard for me to move... Edlynn Nau September 4, 2015 at 2:49 PM You are most Welcome! It is both a virtue and a flaw; I see every word and letter. It makes me a meticulous but very slow reader. I don't ever have to read anything twice and I remember it for at least two decades. See? Curse & flaw! Cynthia Ferguson September 4, 2015 at 4:54 AM oh yeah you are right thank you for pointing that out, and thank you for reading it

Samiha Zubair August 13, 2015 at 11:33 AM Keep up the good work. Also comment what you think of my writes. Cynthia Ferguson September 3, 2015 at 5:12 AM thank you Samiah I would love to stop by, :)

Samiha Zubair August 13, 2015 at 11:31 AM It states that even behind your presence, the wisdom of your soul shines and really nothing is permanent and one day we all have to go Cynthia Ferguson September 3, 2015 at 5:11 AM our soul is all we have to remind us who we are, like it knows it will be free someday

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser August 8, 2015 at 5:57 AM Cynthia, a tremendous write ..melancholic feel!!! Nice flow!~Olive Eloisa Cynthia Ferguson August 8, 2015 at 6:35 AM thank you I am going to have too visit you and read what you are feeling,