Arc of light that lit your tears,
couldn't  lighten the darkest of your eyes.

Last night it shone in the skies,
the same arc with the purest light.

My riddled mind failed to read,
the arc was nothing but the moon itself,

because darker than the skies ,
he found your eyes with darkest skies

the one I got never to see
the one wiped out silently
yet the most precious

what could you have been child
killed as the fetus!

the one that was never born
whose smiles walls didn’t adorn
yet the most precious

what could you have been child
killed as the fetus!

the one never known to me
the one that was never to be
yet the most precious

what could you have been child
killed as the fetus!

the one my own broken piece
the one I would ever miss
and the most precious

what could you have been child
killed as the fetus!

The pen has swallowed death,
needs magic to breath life into words.
The night sky holds the hidden,
so is poetry to ink...
hope the stars twinkle again ,
to send some magic mingled with the rain*....

Skies held in my palms ,
Filled my eyes with the blue ,
The sound of nature echoed .
The wind is the secret ......

I went to the waves ,
And my sorrows came crashing