The Evening Star
In a cool evening
I watch the little star
Atop the horizon
Marking its august presence
With its bright shine
The soft wind rising from
The meadow caresses it
With its silky touch and guide
It to the middle of the sky
It is midnight
And I feel dazed as it spills
Streaks of light upon me
As the soft wind caresses
My face I fall asleep and
My thoughts
Towards the sky fly away free
The Wind Takes Me
I whisper to the cool wind
And it to me whispers back
With a smooth flow it drifts
Me towards the beautiful lake
I lie and dream at the edge
Of the lake for the whole day
As the evening falls the wind
Comes swiftly and takes me away
We fly over empty barns
Silent meadows, fields and bay
The wind drops me at the place
Where in loneliness I like to stay
I wait for the wind in the
Next morning to give me rides
To seas and oceans where in the
Blue waters I play with the tides
Deprivation
As the day comes to a close
I hang up my soul inside the
Wardrobe; I inhale the musty
Smells of sweat and feel dizzy;
I forget the day’s labour; the
Humiliations of being poor;
The taunts and curses of kings;
I live in death since my birth.
As the night descends, I ask
Myself for lending me a dream;
That would let me fly away to
A realm beyond consciousness
Where peace takes care of my soul.
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