The Day you left...

Nothing has changed
Since you have, left everything is the same
Only the sun have stopped shining brightly,
The flowers have stopped blooming and,
The birds have stopped singing,
The nights have become darker,
Trees have become older,

And the clouds has started crying
It doesn’t matter anymore
Not to me, may not even for you

Still my heart beats
And I breathe
No nothing has changed
Not even a bit
Even my heart still misses u
Even though you are not here
It’s still the same
The pain that I fell inside
And the love I have inside for you
It’s still the same
That’s why nothing has changed
Since you have left, everything is the same

Poet :  Lekali

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I Never Miss her

I never sit alone and cry,

she is with Me just I realize.

she is the wind kissing my hair,

she is the moon who is shinning up there.

she is the smile on my face,

In my solitude whom you embrace.

I Don't ever miss her, not even for a while,

I am breathing her love every time.

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Some Stormy Night

Trees dance gracefully to the symphony of the wind.

They sway gently while lightening highlights the sky. 

The air is warm and humidity high

And thunder rolls in background tempo.

The song of the crickets unify the sweet melody;

They unify and tie the piece together.

This beautiful song brings such a calm deep within

Yet it makes me tremble as joy sweeps over me.

I sit in my chair watching, listening, alone.

The music brings images of my life story to mind.

As I become hypnotized to the rhythm and flow

It is all so sobering and beautiful.

The images become more vivid.  he music more angry.

The music within me, that I am, accompanies the orchestration.

I think about the many places I've been to.

I see the empty eyes of strangers as life marches by.

The music crests, emotion peaks, images nearly real.

Inside is a tossed salad of different feelings.

Good, sad, excited, angry, mellow, and alone.

Sometimes I feel as though I'm almost at life's end.

Then I see the light in me growing, with it hope.

Hope that tomorrow will bring change, guidance

The gift of knowledge, an understanding of who,

What I am. An acceptance, an embrace,

I allow the light to wash over me, and from me.

Change is coming, positive change.

Tomorrow is ours. 

Source - The Wounded Warrior 

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