In the realms of the night,
the moonlight that shines the path in your dreams.
A magical land awaits,
of no longer sorrows and lay-lows.
The chariot awaits,
ready to fly.
You sit there scared, anxious
, in the corner.
Knees in your hands tell me a story,
but I dare not ask. I want to.
You know of a place,
a tale. But you wouldn’t tell me.
but I dare not ask. I want to.
I reminisce
(sometimes)
of the days when I wasn’t myself
the times when gloominess and despair
made their presence felt.
and in them you held my hand
guided me
through the swamps
and into the optimistic lands
of joy and peace.
A word of thanks
I haven’t uttered
I know not,
if it should be.
Yet I always have
to myself and carried on.
impressions..!! 