Bleak is the light
that shone once on horizon
it is dusk again
before it could be dawn
he took the flight
thinking love would heal
flew too close to sun
had not read the fable of Icarus perhaps
now strangely contended with life
in the darkness he searches
for the pieces that were him
could they be glued together
eventually they will become dust
so why give a damn now
why care for the one who is lost
leave him be
he won't be heard again
--
~asto' ma sat gamaya
1 comment:
he wont be heard again
but the message he left
echoing in the wind
and the clouds that drift
is precious, desired, wanted.
I wanna hear him.
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