There he was standing in the middle

of the road

shrouded in cloaks of grey

and having no answers//

And I fell in love with his confusion

for whats the fun in having everything answered

The heart beats to when we run off

into the mysterious unknown


The rise and fall of the distant note

like a call of lost despair

coming through on a day of mist and storm

from a mast of a marooned deck


The day was lost and the night begun

their journey on the loop of time

and err we did time and again

never did we learn to hide


Why? I asked the nightingale?

Why do you sing so sweet?

When your throat hurts

and your heart bleeds?//

Because, it answered with eyes

big and wise

Our sweetest songs are etched in

the scars of our lives…

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