there is a place
where lost hearts
can go
songs are sung
and we reminisce
the highs and the lows

there was a time
when my heart lived there
the sun never shined
and I never cared

when I found your eyes
I knew that we were saved
and after some time,
my heart left the cave

People seem to think that poetry is easy
Just a few lines of a certain topic and you're done
But poetry is more than that.

It's the feelings of a writer
The truth in a lie
A subtle hint

It's the painting of a story
A mix of color and life
The perspective of a man

It's the melody of the heart
The sound of life
That constant beat

It's the thoughts of the quiet
From fanciful to fact
The deepest notion

November is our treasured month.
The sky is chilly late Autumn,
yet colours seem to prevail,
with tiny asters and
the soft hue of hydrangeas resonating
and acers brimming red like beacons
on such drear days

feel the heavy air, dose of Atmosphere...
winds argue through trees, like words used To...
searching for the light, that almost Disappear...
i see the eyes of heaven, and salty water fall Through...

and so i Wonder... please tell me my Darling...
is it the Rain... what is Coming?