The Light

at every tunnel's end, there is a light,
and with that light, comes warmth and joy.
much more than that, it brings hope.
but everytime I think I see that light,
I think I'm finally reaching it,
it dissapears, juz as i strech out for it,
a figment of my imagination.

darkness consumes me,
and I sit down, broken, tired, cold.
wanting to cry, crying, and
tears come rolling down.
yet, when I touch my cheeks
to dry my tears, I feel nothing,
another illusion, a trick of my mind.

quiet, silence, as I get up.
another march to the elusive light,
the path of the unending journey.

Two Worlds Apart

I looked around, frantically, searching,
finding at last, where she stood.
sighing, a relief, now I see her.
fear, apprehension, arising, welling up,
confusion, hesitation, engulfs my mind.
I screamed for my next move.

silence, she sees me, eyes pass.
wonder, hope, she notices me?
she turns, away, sits down,
back to me, and I realised
heartbroken, sad, downcast,
she ignores me.

locked in two different worlds
one apathy, the other cowardly,
surfaces touching, but never breaking,
looking at each other through windows,
never acknowledging, both pretending,
the door's invisible

Nightbreeze

Always cool, gentle and silent
Here awhile, then gone in a moment
Yet sometimes noiy and playful
Stirring mischief in handfuls

Subtly, it can calm you down
Ease troubles, turn moods around
Seldom felt though usually present
One touch and your life is different

Nightbreeze always a part of me
It and I, as one, we'll be
I want to live life wild and free
Gliding with Nightbreeze, one day you'll see.

Angel Mortal #1

Angel:

What a tangled web we weave
That life soon seems an irony.
Angels sent from heaven above
To see us through and help us love.
A different world, perfection complete
Surreal, a dream... real life's concrete.
And life soon seems an irony
From the tangled web we weave

Mortal:

Yet if one would wake up and see
Away from troubles that normally be
A life away from life is found
That keeps your spirits above the ground
And angels sent from above to help
Connections between these places whelp
Perfect superimposed on imperfect
Two thoughts united as one subject
The web we weave will then untangle
And beauty is seen from a new angle