During the transportation that this is
I used to hear in flat notes
Then you came along, reunion at last
Life is meant to be understood through your eyes now
By closing them and pressing down the thoughts
And then I wait for the overthinking that doesn't take long, the misunderstanding
During the cold and humid nights, four souls have turned on the sun at midnight
Dispersing the darkness, projecting just warmth
Perhaps this is just a restless time, perhaps these are just growing pains
Moonlight strikes me when I hear them breathe, treasures
Breaths of safety, of home.
It is the break of day, and yet I feel that tomorrow is the day to be free
I'll lay my roughness, to find you again, to hope that this is just a day of peace
The myth of my life.
The poem was written by me today. Dedicated to my 3 special beings.
Regards to everyone who might be interested.
César.
Nothing better than being with our loved ones to find that solace, that joy that nourishes our soul and makes life a kinder place to be. Beautiful poem, @cesarj21, I truly hope you put aside your harshness and be happy. A hug.
Thank you very much my friend, as always, your words are like water to the thirsty. A hug back!
Beautiful @cesarj21, we have to leave the rough edges aside and just be happy with the people we love and appreciate the most. Greetings
Thank you for taking the time to read it, and for using such kind words. Regards and best wishes for you fella.
This was a wonderful read.
Thank you very much. I am the one who is glad for your kind words, I am and honored that you took a tiny piece of your time to read what I wrote. Thanks also for re-blogging it.
Be well, friend!
It was truly a pleasure. Nice to connect with another poet.
One thing I know is, "we're all gonna be fine"
Indeed, my friend. Thanks for the feedback and for your time.