Sitting in the warm Spring breeze I try to draw a portrait of words The exhausted sky looks at ease smiling at returning birds A few twinkling stars in the sky City lights blinking bright My shadow is asking me why my curious feet are quiet I smile a bit, I stroll and stop I feel time silently flow I stare around from the rooftop While the city buzzes below I often hear what I can't see The spirit of silence Darkness introduces to me My heart's silent cadence
Those unkept words Unfulfilled promises Unrealised dreams Fading memories Plagued by regrets We keep moving on Striving to survive in limited time and means Climbing the stairs reaching somewhere Spirit dead or alive Who can tell the difference?
If I had a pair of wings, then I will love to fly. I will pack few things and glide in the sky. I’ll map the sandy shore and hover over the boat. When the waves will roar, I’ll sing a calming note. I’ll race with the fish or settle like the shells. And with the dusk’s windy swish return where my heart dwells.