in violet dawn
he screeches a world awake
barnyard bugler struts
the sun is coming
and he's the first one to know
blooms and butterflies
red rooster so bold
like desert cactus flowers
......
I so adored late hours. I was what you would call a night owl,
As fireflies seldom appear, until creamy moon is on the prowl.
I loved the quiet and peacefulness, and staring at a big moon,
Just as the onset of summer, is staring down the end of June!
Some people can get by on less sleep, and I was one of those,
As eager feet are constantly going by, the paths of primrose.
My nightly pursuits were many-music, reading, TV or going out,
......
After the storm comes the calm,
After the darkness, the light.
This is the natural order,
The flow of nature's might.
Before the brightest of days,
There are always the turbulent and darkest hours.
Joy comes in the morning, or so they say,
But this dark night has lasted for centuries.
When will joy finally arrive?
......
It was 31st August,Two Thousand Fourteen
I was on a Quest, to get answers I was keen
That day, I boarded a Divine flight
There were stars twinkling in the sky that night
Who am I? Why am I here?
These two questions rung in my ear!
I too wanted Success, I wanted Happiness
But my life was filled with misery and stress
I had several Questions that I put to the test
......
in the middle of the day
at the latter part of June
profuse blooms such ripe berries
the world is waking
It was 31st August,Two Thousand Fourteen
I was on a Quest, to get answers I was keen
That day, I boarded a Divine flight
There were stars twinkling in the sky that night
Who am I? Why am I here?
These two questions rung in my ear!
I too wanted Success, I wanted Happiness
But my life was filled with misery and stress
I had several Questions that I put to the test
......
After the storm comes the calm,
After the darkness, the light.
This is the natural order,
The flow of nature's might.
Before the brightest of days,
There are always the turbulent and darkest hours.
Joy comes in the morning, or so they say,
But this dark night has lasted for centuries.
When will joy finally arrive?
......
I found a way
for my fingers to navigate me through the blinds,
where the dawn's sunrise,
the dusk's sunset,
and the full moon
peeked through my drapes,
spreading reflections and shadows at my feet,
"Be gentle with these",
they seemed to say,
......
Purple mists
and dawn wake up call,
red rooster.
Keen bluebirds
whistle and call for gold sun-
songs of the thrill days.
Fading dreams
waft in fading mist
so lovely.
......
in violet dawn
he screeches a world awake
barnyard bugler struts
the sun is coming
and he's the first one to know
blooms and butterflies
red rooster so bold
like desert cactus flowers
......