Weeping in this starry night,
The Moon, shed and scream with tears,
Reflected from one’s entity to a vision you can barely see.
The INK in ERR, it bleeds,
folded in one side to fend,
The page for cause is un-rippled
Shadow or Ghost
- The Ghost whispers passion and dream,
Invisible, Speaks in Riddles,
Yet It couldn’t do a thing to fiddle,
Brittle, Sturdy but still breakable.
- The Shadow sticks,
Cowers and Hides away from the bright,
Seeking refuge where it’s no better than the Ghost
Carrying Hope and Victor,
To a Dim alley, Filled with Uncertainties.
Stable for the needs
Broken with the Deeds.
Enough rain has fallen,
Tainted trust,
Shades of gray from the brimming promise
Must the Lakes be DRY?
and the Forests to DIE?
Just for the Stormy Clouds to end tear?
Ghosts can be Banished, Pushed and Purged.
The Shadow Stays,
Rests at Dawn,
Another promise at dusk.
The GHOST, Broken and Silent,
Now Lie Restless
The SHADOW, Cowers and Covers, Lie
ever Reckless
Leaving the Land STILL HELPLESS
