Sunday, April 24, 2011

April Breeze

A short piece with a deep message...

Its a tale of never-ending words

Simple yet subtle, piercing as a sword
Twilight moon breeze escorts the setting sun
I'll never grow weary of telling till the early morn
Lords and Ladies, Masters and Minions
Lessons of love humble their millions

Looming vagueness lingering on hope
Onward marching with bloodshot eyes
Victors in perseverance, head held high
Each one bearing unique signs of pain...

Understand their freedom to let go, yet love again.

Dedicated to you. Happy birthday.