Thursday, September 04, 2014

Now it is night in that land.

When life is a mere thread, thin and fragile,
And fear is tugging hard,
When midnight seems so dark, the stars
Are mute and silent, the
Wind shines silver with tears,
Then we remember.
Then we cannot forget.
The we remember that we are
Remembered, that times
Cannot be lost, they just fade
And soften, the pains
And hurts melt into one
Blurred dream.
I reach out to you, but you
Do not see me, you are
Serene and cannot see
Because you do not want to see.
That is the deepest and
Stillest pool of all for me.

© 2ndwitch, 04/09/14

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