If These be Words

Bleed, bleed this night O mine

Bleed thinly through this moonbeam

And this road thus illuminated

Shall lead onto thoughts uncharted

For faraway is a place of dreams

Beyond mortal means

 

And the milestones we leave behind

Shine feebly in the moonlight

Witnesses to our shared plight

You the darkest of nights

And this poet with a pen in his hand

Scribbling every now and then

Reveling in his deluded might

 

Bleed, bleed this night O mine

Bleed this pen, a poet’s anodyne

And this road that we walk together

Crossing milestones and taking detours

Might as well happen

That we make something out of it

Reviews

[Wórdsmíth]

well, that's an amazin' one man. Nice flow of ink.

[Siddhartha]

Thanks a lot for your kind words pal :)