Thursday, October 25, 2012

With love in my sheaf


I open my palms, and feel nothingness
I look up to the sky, and feel emptiness
I hear no one, its quiet, its soundless
I fear no ill, its numb, its painless

I am empty, I am grey
I fast, I wish, for death I pray
I am broken, I am cold, my heart is fray
I am aimless, lost, I meander, I stray

Memories of dreams, of hopes of joy
Of childhood stories I enjoy
Just like the yellow maple leaf
Ready to fall, with love in my sheaf