Sun has hidden his face
Moon too lazy to rise
That's the time, my friend,
When I see you in my mind
I See you in a riot of colours,
See you in all shades and hues
I marvel like an awestruck child
At your beauty, in grey, purple and blue
You are the one I live for
You are the face I love to see
You are a symbol of hope to me
In this time of disharmony
Now streetlamps light the path
The moon is shining bright
I lose your face in the crowd, my friend
Like a gambler loses all with a throw of dice
You are the one who chooses to believe
The good in all that you see
I envy your smile, my friend
You are the best I have in me
Maybe tomorrow I shall see you again
Maybe tomorrow we will say 'Hi'
Maybe tomorrow will come someday
I shall wait for that day, when we will unite
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Author:
Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 13th, 2024 01:31
- Comment from author about the poem: My yearning to unite with the best version of myself
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
Excellent write
Hi Tony, please accept my thanks for your courtesy. It would be remiss of me not to mention that your comments provide me enthusiasm to do better. Thank you
Bhaskar
You're welcome
I believe many have this same desire, to find one's better self. Your poem expresses it boldly and colorfully. It is an excellent write. I thoroughly enjoyed it. - Phil A.
Hi Phil, I feel overjoyed everytime I find someone enjoyed reading the poem. It's like a communication to me. The joy comes from being able to convey my emotions. I also deeply appreciate the courtesy of someone caring to leave his / her comments. I treat the comments as a way of learning to be better. Thank you very much
Bhaskar
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