My Christmas Wish

This morning is Christmas Eve,
And we should greet it with glee,
Be thankful for all you have recieved,
For trully its the season to be merry.

But lets not forget that tomorrow is the day,
To remember Someone special,
For when he came he led us The Way,
And his teaching to life is vital.

So as I gaze at the last fading star,
I whisper my Christmas wish,
I wish for riddance of hunger and war,
And the world to have love, forgiveness and peace.

Where the Wind Blow

The morning is bright,
So welcome it with glee,
The future is within sight,
Together with sanity.

The heart that tired,
With tears it shed,
For its past is mired,
Until darkness it led.

Thank the sunrise,
For it brought new hope,
Cry for the hearts demise,
But with life should cope.

For it takes a man,
To stand where he fell,
Never should he again ran,
Where the shadows dwell.

Life is hazy,
And we should go,
Where the eyes could see,
And where the wind blow.

Hearts Daybreak

The moon tonight shines so bright,
Above the dark starlit sky,
And in its glow it drives the fright,
As the clouds stop its cry.

The cold breeze chills a memory,
Of long forgotten past,
As crickets sings its harmony,
Until the darkness last.

The heart of sadness is still,
Longing for a sweet embrace,
Muted sighs lingers until,
The piece of the puzzle comes to place.

Silence persist 'til the dawn,
As light welcomes the new day,
But deep inside with tears not shown,
Is a man hoping for happiness is on its way.

Embers of the Past

How I envy those who write,
Tales of love and pain,
For I can not remember even if I might,
That feeling that once did came.

Maybe time had numb a heart,
Which had its share of misery,
And once a time when love depart,
Loneliness became its destiny.

Is love like youth that withers away?
Like a flower comes in fall?
Will it bloom again one day?
Or will spring come at all?

This are questions of a man who once was,
Been burnt with passions of the past,
And now just dreams of what came to pass,
A love he thought and did not last.

Song of Forgotten Past

I've been reading tales of love,
But I fear I can no longer understand,
The pain it cause for a long time I had,
Countless, like piles of sand.

I wonder now if I could feel that way again,
The passion and joy it brings,
The loneliness, longing and the pain,
And the melodyless songs it sings.

I wish that this heart will beat again,
For I fear it died long ago,
Hoping someday love again will reign,
When that will that be, nobody knows.

Your Lullaby

My thoughts lingers to memories of you,
as I stare at the sky so blue.
Wondering how you are this day,
hoping that we meet again someday.
And hope the flames of passion be renewed.

Let the wind whisper the longing inside,
And the rain wash the pain until it subside.
Let the sun shine on the shadow of the man,
Until the darkness of the night begun.
For the smile can no longer let the loneliness hide.

Remember those days of waves and sand,
As youth is taken away by hours hand.
The footprints made and laughter shared,
For the gray skies and the tears it shed.
For the flowers bloomed on barren land.

Be guided by the stars tonight,
As glow of the moon drive away my fright.
Be safe as I sing this lullaby,
And please don't mind my sighs.
For I know that fate was right.

The One Who Got Away

In moments like this that I wish I did,
Thought of myself and the feelings I hid,
For I let go of the only one who made me feel alive,
Because I thought that such a person will never arrive.

I remember how it rained that day,
How you cried as you walked away,
I just stood there and let the tears flow,
For the pain inside I never want you to know.

I thought that destiny was truly unkind,
For a jewel like you at the wrong time I find,
A ray of sunshine in a stormy day,
A cold breeze in the heat of May.

Maybe it was never meant to be,
That heaven have another plan for me,
But still I can't help but wonder,
If I chose the one that make the heart go fonder.

If I maybe given a chance to turn back time,
Maybe I will seize the moment and make you mine,
But for now all I can do is hope and pray,
That I'll have the chance to get back to the one who got away.

PEON

What glee is to watch the flower bloom,

As I pass along this worn out road,

It wards away the loneliness and gloom,

As I stray away from my abode.

How I wish I could stay longer,

To smell its scent divine,

But I should go back further,

For I have bargained my time.

How pity is it that I forgot,

To enjoy the simple things in life,

For work I did and pleasure I have not,

For all I do is strife.

How I wish I could be like the wind,

That has freedom absolute,

But if I leave would I have sinned?

But dreams are resolute.

Now the sun is high from the horizon,

And work impatiently waits,

Its time to go back to my prison,

For again I'm running late.