peace silence death

How peaceful it is
the nights, the silent
empty roads and the
leaves, that are yellow.
How silent they are
the nights, the long
empty roads and the
leaves, that are dead.

Under a full moon

The moon you sought,
I seek, but only you.
Time and distance,
crumble to, very few.

On your face,
sorrows trace, now
but the, slightest.

then you propose,
in this darkness
why not lay.
whence the darkness
is the brightest
only then shall,
let us meet again,
so I say.

You move to hurt,
I to make it cruel.
A game you see,
but still curse me.
stop my love,
in despair, pain
is, but the fuel.

When the light
begins to fade,
will the stars
be enough, I wonder.
lest the darkness
begins to rise,
and goes on forever..

from beneath the night,
when the moon
once again rises,
will you too,
once again lay,
right beside me?

Tomorrow is fine,
it is the day after
that won’t let me sleep.
For my heart to climb,
an uncertainty I see,
is just too steep.

My will, once again
inhuman. In determination,
and in silence, I walk
into all distractions.

For when the moon
shall be the brightest,
then my wont pain be,
of but the slightest.

commerce for a songbird

The most beautiful songs
though she may sing

her words and her voice
feeding even the frailest of souls

a sparrow netted in her own nest
though never songless, yet
of hunger is she bound to die.

Unseen

unknown the fingers
they try to reach out

but where to take them,
the arms they know not.

this child filled
with the chaos of randomness,
truth is being dodged
in the eyes of sadness.