A Poet’s pen speaks of poetry Spoken under the moonlight of scattered nights Writing cascading emotions of depths and reverie Felt by countless stars and the endless sands of time
They are of words of absolute truth An enigma of echoing thoughts with the passion of smiles and tears A puzzle in pieces of life yet to be unraveled by untainted eyes and souls beating of true heart
They are of verses of dramas A hanging Light within the bounds of magic and reality, of dragons and fires Forever floating like drifting mist carried by the everyday wind never touching the mind of the stagnant stream
They are of tides of the setting sun Rising and falling with man and the Moon They speak of sunriseof a new dawn aging like the Sage, with the wisdom of the Crone
And tonight… A Poetry speaks when a Poet pens Beyond the night of scattered lights In the time of a burning candle …the setting of the dusk of the sun will cast light upon the shadows of truth and dramas