Words Would Mean Nothing,

I still remember the days,

When there was a fire in the hearth.

Swallow's Dance

The azure, gentle swallow,

Perched on its branch,

The leaves that rustle and whisper,

Accompanying the twitters and chirps,

The beautiful melody gliding through,

The seams of the windows,

Mesmerizing in its trance.

Then the wind blew,

As the leaves chattered,

The tree strong, unwilling to bow,

To the relentless storm,

Protecting the swallow,

Who hid among the branches,

Feeble and silent.

No songs float through the air,

Though the rain takes its place,

Splitter, Splatter,

A collective rhythm,

Amplified by the wind’s howl,

And the bustling of the leaves.

As the swallow slept soundly,

Through the lullaby of the rain,

It awoke at the crack of dawn,

Ruffled its feathers,

Then took flight in its wake,

A magnificent sight as its slender body,

And the long waving tail,

Glided above the skies,

The feathers fluttering,

Sweeping the air with it,

The dance and the song,

A sign of life, harmonious nature,

A beauty to behold,

A swallow’s stance,

And its remarkable dance.

Guided By Stars by The Hen

Those pinpoints of light,

That shine through the night,

Magnificent twilight, along with the waning moon,

I hope that peace is coming soon.

If all is lost, all is gone,

Never be swallowed,

By the haunting shadows.

The stars are there,

To guide you,

Among unknown terrain,

For eternal time.

I watch,

As the future comes to pass,

Life has changed,

For all of us.

Those we left behind,

In our years of the past,

We miss, and we wish,

To see them one last time.

Reach for the stars,

For your dreams,

For your wishes.

Grasp and cherish what,

Defines the endless galaxy,

And the everlasting of memories,

That lies in our hearts.

Soar through the sky,

And find what you wish,

Speak and ask,

The stars and stars,

For they will guide you,

And bring your mind and soul,

To forever rest,

And forever harmony.

Guided by stars,

I walk down my path,

And seek afar.

The wishes,

That have been cast by the shooting beauty,

Be true,

With the moonlight and the twilight,

In sync,

Always there to guide our lives.

After the Rain

Maybe we’re just waiting for the hope,

That lingers with the fresh scent of the rain,

But it’s so hard to cope,

With the desolations of ash,

Falling in flurries,

So seamless,

Gentle,

The marking of a new day,

In barren pain.

The rain,

Clear, faint droplets,

That make a resounding splatter,

Soaking the ashen ground,

Like a serenade,

The harmony of the wind,

The whispering leaves,

And the rippling rain,

A song so pure,

So graceful,

That overpower,

The stinging pain.

It seemed so lifeless,

Hopeless,

Useless,

When there was no sound,

Amidst the smokey haze,

Just the Earth in it’s silent stance,

Like time itself was in a trance,

When the first rain,

Hit the ground,

The skies crying out,

Their sorrow,

And the uncertainty of tomorrow.

Then, so strange,

There was a calm yet sudden change,

When the clouds bellowed,

Their last thunder,

And moved on,

The illumination of the sun,

Unseen for so long,

And if you listened,

Ever so carefully,

You could hear the soft singing,

From the birds beyond.

I remember the day, when I opened the door,

And I looked upon a cat, upon the soaked floor,

It’s abyssal fur frizzled, the color of midnight,

The yellow eyes, with a tint of light,

Stared at me, with unknown resilience,

Testing me for something that I ought to know,

Yet, suddenly it began to snow,

Flurries, soft, and gentle,

And when they smothered the night,

It blanketed the cat,

Who plodded inside,

Who had the slyest smile,

Who came to my legs, and leaned its head,

The purring ever so slightly,

The little paws gripping on tightly,

The stray cat, so calm, so warm,

Its breathing body strong amidst the cold,

And it fell asleep within my home.

Life

We're always lost cats,

Playing our torturous lives,

Chasing on life's tail.

Shattered Skies

Open air, no soul, no mind,

Drift away,

Away, away,

Before the blue,

Before the clouds bestowed upon,

Endless arrays.

No waiting for time,

Door of sublime,

I scream,

You dream,

Vast, vast,

Away, away,

First or last,

No matter.

Crimson streaks,

Dust, death reeks,

Burning, barren trees,

No such thing as free,

Run, run,

Away, away,

Inferno devours,

Ashen flowers.

Wall of glass,

Between Earth and Sky,

Reaching, grasping,

Yet no stars for clasping,

Banging, banging,

Against the glass,

Desperately trying,

Cracking, cracking,

Maybe it’s breaking,

I want to ride the clouds,

Fly, fly,

Away, away,

I wish to never stay.

Why, why,

Can’t I shatter these skies,

Take me away,

From this ground smitten decay,

I pray, pray,

Please, please,

I’ve been at it for years,

It’s forced me to tears,

Break away,

Away, away,

Just let me,

Shatter the skies.

Shatter this nightmare.

It was nothing but,

Shadow's breeze,

That hung above our heads,

In sheer of time's freeze,

Crept along the slanted walls,

Till' it threw its storm,

There was a silent crawl,

Then a raging brawl.

We journey through our lives,

Though no one knows what lies,

In the dark corner of our minds,

That we overlook,

That seems so obsolete,

Blown away,

In the swirling wind that sways.

Constantly crushed,

Our voices always shushed,

The petrichor so fresh,

The pain marked in our flesh.

Likewise,

We will always rise,

And fall.

Despite all the demise,

The hope is here,

The clouds will clear,

The new tomorrow,

Erasing the sorrow.

Despite everything,

There will be ringing,

That calls the changing,

The lingering,

The breaking.

And we will be,

Forever singing.

When I think of home,

I think of you,

Where the skies were a beautiful blue,

Where there were never tears nor rue,

Where the crackling hearth,

Bathed it's warmth into the Earth,

Its dancing flames,

Reminding me,

Of the echoed laughter,

And the times on the porch,

With the sunlight shining,

When we sat together.