At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
submerging in a pool of uncontrollable emotions.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Penned down emotions @ 12:33 AM




As the scarlet sunset slowly fades,
And dusk introduces the night,
The crescent moon on center stage,
Gives forth a semblance of light.

Perching on the mossy dock,
Staring out at the mirrored lake,
I reflect on this new battle,
Unsure of which road to take.

In this dark serenity,
I humbly look up to You,
Asking for Your guidance,
To show me what I must do.

Gulls appearing as angels,
Are soaring through the skies,
A congregation of wispy clouds,
Have taken control of my eyes.

Billowing sleeves of purest white,
Seem coming through the haze,
Majestic, gentle, outstretched arms,
At once command my gaze.

Asking for some answers,
You've come with Your embrace,
Through the just born evening,
You've filled me with Your grace.

The water without a ripple,
Reflects this scene from above,
A most magnificent masterpiece,
Painted wholly with Your love.

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