Writer1326

Sometimes, it’s easier to forgive, 
than to hold a long lasting grudge. 
It makes it easier to live,
without a burden to judge. 
It’s not easy to always let it go,
but to keep my peace,

I try to stay realistic, 
but I wish upon the stars,
I am a mystic. 

My wishes are dreams,
so close, yet so far.

I don't know the means-
of them all.

As my goals cannot fall,
like meteors,

In this moment,
everything is at peace.

The wind is no longer restless.

And the sun no longer must confess
its secrets to the busy land.

Every worry I have ceases.

Sparkling stars take the sun's place.

The sun takes away-
the moons sway,
In fear of what-
We’ll say. 
The wind speaks over-
us as if we were clovers,
that held no luck.

 

In the late evenings,
in a pool of fire-
there lies a liar.
Living on this land,
all they cared about-
was the pitiful sand.
They ignore the flames,
and point fingers-
to find who's to blame.

When the sun looks down at the land,
The winter snow takes a stand.
Without a word, the world stills.
Refusing to melt into nothing,
The snow ignores the sun’s far from loving-
brimmingly brutal, burning, stare.