The Poet's Song...

Long gone is The Sun in to the deep clouds,
Never to show up in the shallow eyes...
To shine and spread joy across the Silver Line,
Distant home and lonely bird flying against the Winds
Winds flowing hand in hand with Words,
Neither the nest nor the wind seem to appear
A question spread across the oceans of heart
Or is it an entire nation of Questions conquering the little guild of Answers ?

Words that stumble as they walk,
Widowed trust which disagrees to marry the future !
Rock standing no  more still, trying to find a way to find the flow,
Never to know that flow of time is designed to make things fall along...
Hope standing in the back streets shouting at the Lost Sun,
To shine and show the broken path,
Will the wings ever get tired of Flying ?
What the shallow eyes feel but can't see is the truth...
Truth burning on the pyre along with honesty...
What can measure the depth of the dreams the spread under the world of Answers?
What answer can ever tell the truth... What light can ever shun the darkness...

All the breathe of the soul and The World smells the same as long as the love for  the soul is knotted with souls...
The same stinks when souls smell rotten.
The home the bird longs for is a temporary nest,
That evening when the Sun goes down will last forever...
Till the honesty is corrupted till it takes on the new face !
Rolling stone will eventually shatter the temple of dreams,
Depth of the sound of falling will defeat the Kingdom of questions!

Thats when hope will awake from it nightmare... To look at a new dream and a new face...
With new wings that care about nothing but tearing the winds to FLY !
The Sun will shine on the new World !