The River to a Child

Scenes flash
Of happy children 
Of river and kind faces
The world was a refuge. 

Memory
Of city lights and running people
Of shallow laughter, dagger eyes
The world is a battlefield. 

Love is classic
Like a pallete
The paint dried
The image was destroyed.

Alone is freedom
Freedom is eternity
Silence nourish
A seeking soul.

Childhood is a memory
Always a refuge
The rivers doesn't flow anymore
But old kind faces with smile endured. 

Life is beautiful
Made perfect by battlefields
Scenes flash again
Not of rivers but mountain breeze.

The breeze is a kiss
Sent by the river
For the child
That never forget. 

Appreciate the Moon

As I rest beneath a sturdy willow I dream of days long past,
Of long before my universe had veered from its straight path.
I have lived a life with happiness; I have no reason to complain,
But imagining things that could have been overwhelms my heart with pain.
I wonder if he'd be here with me, relaxing by my side,
Maybe we'd have children now, to fill my life with pride.
But in this life I'm here alone, lost love my one regret,
And despite the grief it causes me, I pray I don't forget.
As I stare up at the swaying branches, I hum an ancient tune,
And though the words are long forgotten, the melody stays true.
I feel a breeze upon my skin, and the song begins to soothe,
Despite the choice I wish I'd made, I find comfort in one truth.
That dwelling on my past mistakes will never bring you here,
And that there's beauty in this world to find, even though you're never near.
I must focus on the subtle hope that joy will find me soon,
But before I start to crest that hill, I must appreciate the moon;
To humble myself enough to see the awe in my surroundings,
All the gifts this world provides, on display for us so proudly.

Goodnight and happy weekend, poetry lovers and everyone. ♥