The 'morrow !

The night sleeps...
the calm has set in,
the nightingale is asleep
after a long day.
Will she sing again tomorrow,
or will she drown in the world's sorrow?

Some say 'yes';
the sun will shine again and she will wake for a great morrow.
Some say 'no';
she would forget the song and will rest forever,in her burrow.

The moon shines silver now,
what is in her morrow know I how?
Will she rise to glory and would the world smile,,
Will she calm down to sleep and never wake up...

That is unknown till the dawn brights up !!!

A fleeting thought!

Those mornings when I walked with your hands in mine,

seeing the morning sun come up,

drenching the meadows with the warm sunlight,

the flowers dancing wearing the dew drops,

the road seemed to never end, there were no planned turns,

the shades along were green and the songs were of nightingales.

All the clouds were white and the sky was a crystal,

my feet touched on the sand and I felt like I was floating.

The wind blew me along and I still held your hands,

my dreams and hopes talked all about you.

Now the rains drench me in your memories,

the sea waves touch my feet and I see,

you hold not my hands anymore,

the roads have changed their path,

but the sun is the same,

drenching the sea and me,

the birds still sing a beautiful song,

the shades are still golden yellow.

My heart is still filled with blossoming love.