night of freedom

 

at night

when the world sleeps

all fears go

and i am free again

no freedom from love

your love

has a hold so strong

even after you have left

I lie in bed

pining for you

fearful no more

I fear death

I fear tomorrow

I fear falling out of love

I fear losing you

I am tired of being fearful

From now on

I shall live in the moment

This moment will be

all I shall ever have

Late night poetry

writing

late night poetry

someone far far away

is reading it

on my blog

and I

so many time zones apart

can

feel the connection

Lost poetry

“where did you go?”

I asked my poetry

“you went…

in the search of greener pastures ”

she replied…

the skies

the skies

vast unending mysterious

holding dreams

and wishes

of the people

of the now

and

of the generations gone by

a mindful moment

faded mornings

children huddling to school

a mindful moment