Hopeless Wonderes

Into the woods we drift

the starless night draws us into the woods

and when we breathe, we sigh

the starless night makes naught of the sky

and frost and ache and wonder

an acre of lost

of hurt, of hunger

a future we wont recall

deeper and deeper into the woods we sift

in search of hope but only find despair

the starless night means we are not there

but where?

P.S:- R.I.P Steven Crane..you and your amazing gifted hands will be missed will be missed


More of we

Less of me,

More of we

There is no getting passed compromise

But your eyes

The morning sun envies your eyes

And I sympathize with the sun’s envy

Maybe compromise is somewhere

In Me

Because your eyes

Yes, those lovely eyes

Grow wings on butterflies

Humming birds sing them lullabies

If more of we

Means less of me,

Then less of me will compromise

So more of we can wake up to your eyes