GloMag GloMagMay2019 - Page 191

Softly taking over in all its glory, The darkness gets the essence of pain rubbing off the injury, My love, my endearment, my devotion, all turning into my misery. I sit with memories as the day began, Memories which pass like those ever elusive clouds, playing hide and seek, in rain and sun, This moment I seek some refuge in a soft piece of sky, Square, peaceful, yet so full of light and without any traces of those cloudy memories that fly high, Seeking bright golden stars, Then this moment, walking through the red mud of Mars, The red borrowed from within me Peep from everywhere, surprised they see, I seek the calmness of the full moon, pearly and mellow, calling out your name, Just then, like before, out of the night, you came, 191