Wednesday, October 24, 2012

All


You know it's different;

When you stay up late,
Beyond your usual hours,
Holding a pen, inking your notebook,

When the dam can't hold
When the cracks start to appear,
And a flood comes rushing;

When you notice the painted sky,
Wait for the gilded sunrise,
Hear the morning's orchestra;

It's the star on her face when she smiles,
The glint in her eyes when she stares,
The fire in her voice when she speaks.

It's different;
Coz you remember it all,
Nothing leaves your heart,
You remember it all.






2 comments:

Ugandan girl said...

:-) i missed your poetry..

Unknown said...

I have not been writing. But lately I found new inspiration. Glorious muse. Ah... sigh.