Cloudless Nights

Although we are filled with worries,

There's this presence,

That sways in the breeze,

Creeping along the unknown lands,

Calling a name,

That seems to be familar,

Yet impossible to place.

Maybe we just believe,

That we are submerged in what we perceive,

Maybe we all live in denial,

Of reality's truth.

The single feather,

That flutters so feebly,

In the calm breeze,

As if time would almost freeze.

The softest wind,

That escapes my lips,

The feather rising high,

And low,

From the ever-changing tide,

Of the rhythm of time.

I lived in the blue,

In the dawn’s view,

It felt so true,

No need for rue,

No need for clues,

No need for time,

I just want to live,

The moment,

In my own solitude.

The days when I dream,

The days when I stand,

And stare out the window,

Through the misty fog,

No one in sight,

No car passing by,

Just the keen silence,

And peace overcoming defiance,

No sound,

No one found,

Just the pure rain,

Nourishing the ground.

Boredom is in a way,

Sense of freedom.

The only reason you're bored,

Is because you chose,

Not to act.

Dead of Night by TheHen The darkening night, Sending chills down my spine, Where is the light? Along this endless line? Monsters and hollows, Awaiting around the corner, Every step could be, A mistake of never being free. Creeping, Weeping, I cry and walk alone, In the abyssal air, In the dead of night. Oh, I’m so afraid, My mind full of fear, I hope I survive, Through the dead of night. Ominous screaming, That rips through the setting sky, Who is there? In the forest of night? The wind howling, The waves crashing, The trees falling, This nightmare, Forever and ever, In the dead of night. The atmosphere, As cold as space, Though somehow, I’m still alive in this race. Blinded by the storms, I see nothing, Yet everything is in front of me, But there is no light to guide me. The stars, That were there, Have faded away from the skies above, Have been there, but nowhere, Now there is none to follow. The dead of night, Shadows everywhere, Death right there, It may be surging now, But it will come to an end, With a message to send. There is silence, After years of pain, Of darkness and rain. The cyclone’s still raging, But I’ve gone through, Pushed the waters, Behind me. I’m still not free, With the dead of night, Right at my heels, I keep going, Keep running, Before I get swallowed, By the haunting hollows. The dead of night, Screaming or silent, Taunting or calming, It’s how you see, The night’s key, To being free, From the dead of night.

This is not a quote, rather a poem. I hope you enjoy it or rather enjoyed it. :)

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.

Life is nothing, but a dream within reality. -TheHen

Is it not the same,

If I break your heart,

Since you broke mine?

Slivers trail,

Behind rivers,

Stunned shivers,

Behind quivers,

Foreign, unknown,

Answers unshown,

The moon’s phase,

No trace,

Give chase,

Sun and moon,

Voices croon,

Too frail,

Set sail,

Always prevail,

Too soon,

Watch the moon,

The sun’s noon.