My soul casts myriad reflections on the wall,
The Silver Arrows pierce them; but they shimmer on.
I lay beneath empty walls, caught in the warps of time.
I was lonesome; just me, my musings and my lines.
I happened to gaze out the yellow window of light.
It was then she burst upon me with all her might.
The sky was a sea of darkness, stars were lost ships.
They floated around their beacon; Apollo, vanquisher of darkness.
My soul casts myriad reflections on the wall,
The Silver Arrows pierce them; but they shimmer on.
The wind brushed past the trees, they seemed like lonely guardians.
The leaves rustled about; blushing, for they enjoyed the time.
Human souls were like flecks of light, glimmering in the night.
But a strange thread bound them all in a lovely wreath.
The realization dawn upon me, I am no more alone.
My spirit is joined to the soul of night; for it made me feel.
The Silver Arrows had cast their spell, there was symphony around.
The eyes of a poet enjoy it all, his mind labors to etch it down.
My soul casts myriad reflections on the wall,
The Silver Arrows pierce them; but they shimmer on.
The Silver Arrows pierce them; but they shimmer on.
I lay beneath empty walls, caught in the warps of time.
I was lonesome; just me, my musings and my lines.
I happened to gaze out the yellow window of light.
It was then she burst upon me with all her might.
The sky was a sea of darkness, stars were lost ships.
They floated around their beacon; Apollo, vanquisher of darkness.
My soul casts myriad reflections on the wall,
The Silver Arrows pierce them; but they shimmer on.
The wind brushed past the trees, they seemed like lonely guardians.
The leaves rustled about; blushing, for they enjoyed the time.
Human souls were like flecks of light, glimmering in the night.
But a strange thread bound them all in a lovely wreath.
The realization dawn upon me, I am no more alone.
My spirit is joined to the soul of night; for it made me feel.
The Silver Arrows had cast their spell, there was symphony around.
The eyes of a poet enjoy it all, his mind labors to etch it down.
My soul casts myriad reflections on the wall,
The Silver Arrows pierce them; but they shimmer on.
hey thr!
ReplyDeleteWOW!!!dats some awsmly grt stuff u write..i write sm juvenile poetry too..so can appreciate ur blog..realy made gud readin :D
chandni
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ReplyDeletethanks a lot....though havent put up all my work here...some selected ones only...feels gr8 that one appreciates it...and so whe r u giving me the chance to read ur work??
i love reading poetry!