Orb of the Night
One dark gloomy night, I was walking on a road without light, Up above the sky was a mesmerising sight, The crescent moon seemed to smile bright. The Dark past is forgotten was my belief, But the memories crawl into my mind like a theif, Reminding of the long seasons of grief, From this ail I seem to get no relief. Rectifying the mess seems impossible, For which i am the only one responsible. The pain in my heart doesnt seem curable, And I cant seem to find a solution suitable. But the orb of night, seems to be chime, Assuring me in a way truly strange, Whatever has gone, cant change, But what is yet to be is in my hands, like clay. ~ Beena Emerson