Wednesday, 30 March 2011

Transitional Winds

the deep,blue,strong,radiant waves
pass by with the silent breeze
touch my skin without a trace
like it had never been

unknown powers graze within 
a mystery of what measure
the world that we live in may not last forever

realization strikes hard 
but a little too late
it may all end in dark
with no time for change

hope is all that is left
nothing else is in our favor
in our last hour spent
we will stand together