Looking Within

Looking into air, feels like falling rain,
Dripping coldness, painful memories.
As those drops fall, ripples of the water
Spiral a mirror, her self-lonely strife.

Clouds a-whorl, the dark sky shelters her fair heart
How can she joy, while taking no part?
This is madness, she thinks in plaintive cry.
I am here, on the edge of lay down and die.

My destiny is nothing, but an empty-off dream
A plaything which gods and angels scheme.
My fate is doomed, but to live with no choice.
Buried beneath life’s scattered debris.

Is life just mere sorrow and pain?
Just like roses with thorns that stick.
Is love just a silver of sun?
Just shining through mists, revealing only glimpses.

Life’s not exempt from pain
Personal paradise which I can own
Evoking happiness, do you know?

She raises from streets of lonely no more,
Lights shining through darkness, hopes washed ashore.
Her withered stares, now glaring with pride
She glides like an angel across future’s tide.

Unfolding gently beneath loving touch
Letting the wholeness breath her wings free
Caressing the ground, sing the beat of her heart
Into the sun seeking love’s brand new start