Sometimes the random tweets I post wind up inspiring someone and magic just like poetry happens……..
We can sit and talk
or we can sit and stare at one another,
it’s up to you.
We can sit and talk
outside under a full moon
The magic of conversations
under the moonlit nights
Star gazing,
pure magic.
Counting heartbeats and stars
Dreaming of a future,
that never will be.
Dreams made on wishes,
of the light of stars long dead
Dimmed light within,
lone stars through the dark nights.
And no hope in our shattered hearts
The night sky revealing more than the day hides,
dim stars still shine
and hope,
hope springs from the kernels of shattered hearts.
When will it be over?
When shall it not hurt?
When can I recover
And to joy revert?
When the night is done,
And tears are dry.
When love’s bright sun
Breaks the dawning sky
Night ends,
Dawn breaks
Time flies,
Wounds heal,
Pain dims,
Storms end,
Skys clear,
Birds cheer,
and you realise its tomorrow.
A place different from today.
The darkness never goes away.
Tomorrow you say?
but tomorrow he still does not love me
and my heart is still in pain.
Tomorrow comes and the darkness remains,
I break and mend and break again
In spite of all my acting tough.
Falling apart,
to be remade again,
each piece,
exactly where it should be.
And when you are ready
it will find you.
Come find me when you wake up.
Thats what tomorrow whispers
~B
Day 23 of Africa Stories from Home
Miss Becka is certifed bookworm and can be found on Twitter: @melaninsodark
