Lets go for a walk now You'll find subtle changes The grass a little longer A chair in the trash You'll see as you go further Emmersed in all the stages You won't even notice All you've left back Everythings different Yet stays the same You'll search for answers again and again And if you're lucky you'll find some warmth Someone to hold you through floods and through storms Outside there's a blanket A canopy of stars I tried to show you which one is mars Sometimes it feels like were already there The only people for miles living life without care Everythings different Yet stays the same You'll search for answers again and again And if you're lucky you'll find some warmth Someone to hold you through floods and through storms Everything is quiet Except for the echo The uncertainty of what you should let go I will not cry no I've realized Good times never die Good times never die Everythings different Yet stays the same You'll search for answers again and again And if you're lucky you'll find some warmth Someone to hold you through floods and through storms
Careful concealment, For the need for Atonement As the Moon claims the best of she- Drawing her closer to the song of the Sea Then exalted to clouds, far past the sky Skimming the tips of the Milky Way In his warm arms, forever lie She only dreams those to see that day
Inside poem lies great wisdom from the poet elders of past. The ones who utter in Shakespearian tongues. They become waves of verse dancing in readers moon shaped eyes. Insights rain upon minds to enlarge cells. Landscaped with grass green tickles reader steps in breath.
Phases rustle as if self is tree and each word is leaf. Fireworks of stanzas caresses eyes in beauteous splendor, to launch a dream And as their bodies of text echo through doorway of past where time matters little own voice whispers with gratitude and awe.
Reverence to applaud grand poem scribed by master at candlelight For their creative gifts do wrap my visions into reality.
Just thinking about the old poets thus poem was born
Even when the moon is new And absent from our vision Fear not; it is merely hidden Please don’t be misconstrued
We have phases, too— Maybe good, maybe bad— who Eventually will end when the universe decides to do so. Whether happy or sad, Your cycle will renew and you will be ****** into a better place, At the hands of fate, Towards your ultimate destiny. You’re right where you’re supposed to be.
Wherever you are, everything happens for a reason Even if right now you’re feeling defeated The phases will come and go as they please But ultimate happiness is the guarantee.
The moon has phases In and out of the same cycle Always orchestrating a reprisal Over a number of days
I have phases, too Yet they seem more like mazes, who Don’t know where they lead to. Unlike the moon, Who is settled in his ways, I bounce back and forth in this pinball machine, Forwards, backwards, sideways, Through different replays with the same ending: heartbreak.
I never know when or where they’ll start, But I’m always the one with the broken heart. The phases come and go as they please, And always end up blaming me.