How would I ever slip inside your heart,
if you keep closing it as I go in?
Although our worlds are set to be apart,
I wonder how will our journey begin.
Our paths never meet but do always cross.
The road ahead is always close at hand.
Why do I always struggle to reach across?
I keep my heart as guide to where you stand.
How do I keep the bright view at my sight,
if your view is as far as I can go?
I always do keep up our minds outright,
but I do know I always fail to do so.
But as long as I can see your close heart,
I know our worlds won't be so far apart.
Wandering in the Absence of Light
A mind wanders throughout an endless night
in search of the truth hidden on the way.
How can one seek in the absence of light?
Many seek the truth but fail at their might.
The truth takes different shapes, as most say.
A mind wanders throughout an endless night,
Alone in a vast emptiness at sight,
traveling in a journey far away.
How can one seek in the absence of light?
A light appears to one's will so bright,
then hides itself to it whose heart so gray.
A mind wanders throughout an endless night.
It is bliss, an indifferent insight,
to be blind in an open field at bay.
How can one seek in
How would I ever slip inside your heart,
if you keep closing it as I go in?
Although our worlds are set to be apart,
I wonder how will our journey begin.
Our paths never meet but do always cross.
The road ahead is always close at hand.
Why do I always struggle to reach across?
I keep my heart as guide to where you stand.
How do I keep the bright view at my sight,
if your view is as far as I can go?
I always do keep up our minds outright,
but I do know I always fail to do so.
But as long as I can see your close heart,
I know our worlds won't be so far apart.
Wandering in the Absence of Light
A mind wanders throughout an endless night
in search of the truth hidden on the way.
How can one seek in the absence of light?
Many seek the truth but fail at their might.
The truth takes different shapes, as most say.
A mind wanders throughout an endless night,
Alone in a vast emptiness at sight,
traveling in a journey far away.
How can one seek in the absence of light?
A light appears to one's will so bright,
then hides itself to it whose heart so gray.
A mind wanders throughout an endless night.
It is bliss, an indifferent insight,
to be blind in an open field at bay.
How can one seek in
This is the first time i will be writing here....
maybe I'll try to write here at least once week to relieve my stress (aside frome knitting)...
so til next time...