August 2, 2013 8.13 am
My eyes stare at stars my hands cannot reach
My thoughts wander and grope at the distant moon just out of touch
The heart is burned and so cannot feel
Yet, it beats in hope that it would someday heal.
My eyes are weak from looking out for you
But, my heart beats ever so strong
A beacon in a storm so fierce; a friendly and never dying clue
Waiting for you to come back; even if it takes ever so long.
Humans and hope, especially when live is involved!
@Tope… it is the only thing that makes us what we are. The only reason we surmount all the trouble thrown our way. There u said “Live”, it is applicable to other things too…love, health…many things. I believe you enjoyed this and thanks for the comment.
Hope is the reason why the lungs keep breathing.Without hope,a soul loses the will to exist. The present may be lost in a gloomy haze hope alone compensates for the glories lost in the past and shines the light on the pathway towards the future. Nice poem,precise n meaningful.
@Cyr So true those words. Merci.
Thanks Luv. I appreciate that little piece of heart warming commendation. Nice to know ur time here no go to waste….