WildHorses

WildHorses
No rhyme no rhythm, just a flow of thoughts..

Saturday, December 3, 2011

The Light


I'm a lonely old soul
on this old lonely road

don't know my destination
lost in confusion

nobody for miles around
and miles I have to go

my body is rusted with time
dust rises
with every move I make
with every step I take


my bones crackle
with every motion
like the snap of a dry twig

In the distance I can see
a warm glow of fire
like the breaking of dawn
in the distance I can see
a bright opening
that I have to get into

the light grows brighter
as I hear more crackle and snap of bones

I look around me I'm lonely no more
there are more souls around me
breaking and shaking off the dust
from their bodies covered in rust

I find them watching me
with an approving glance
their faces  break into million smiles
to the light we all have to run

and to the light we all run
to become one with the sun
at the break of the dawn...

1 comment:

vidya said...

good one pinky....keep writing :)