Random words, random thoughts,
whilst randomly strolling on moonlit walk.
Seeking solace, seeking truth,
whilst meandering beneath a starlit roof.
Empty soul, life’s bell tolls,
announcing the echoes of journeys long past.
Speak to me of precious things,
of the subtleties that unseen entities
again do bring.
As I lay exposed beneath the stars,
I ponder why the tolling echo lasts
resounding into the night;
the echoes of the past.
A gentle wind does stir,
stirring deeper scars.
Scars unseen yet known to me;
as I wonder why the stains from
distant past remain, lingering beneath my skin.
As I stroll these ancient tracks on arid land,
the earth beneath each step softly speaks.
Mournful feelings once deep now rise,
to the surface of my present thoughts.
Memories that I believed
I had left behind, now echo in my mind.
© DjA aka “Crowmanic”
