valley
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I wish to go to the valley of white stones
overturn a few with the tip of my shoe
browse the sandy shores bordered by sandy sea
Endless light bent over expansive quiet
This land of sand and stone, of silent reverie
They’d once seen you in my valley
by Vir Singh
Galaxy of flowers
Suddenly appears in my valley.
Colourful butterflies
Are playing with flowers,
What have I become?
All I want to do is lie
somewhere,
on the soft and
unbroken earth.
Feel the pulse of mother's womb,
hear the coyotes calling,
wade into a cold
rushing river
City Lights, Valley low
Watching through all the snow
From this highway where I stand
Twinching fingers, aprehensive hand
City Lights, how you glow
Twinkling dots put on a show
I walked through the valley of the shadow of death
And witnessed the face of the many
Who suffered greatly without remorse
I gazed upon the anguish and
Fear within their eyes
A dark veil closes over me A known and dreaded sight I'll wade through ruined fantasies Dark will annex the light
Based off of: "Hedge, that divides the lovely" by Torquato Tasso
Darkness, that covers the wonderful
Valley, and this half from being a whole,
Never in you appear such a welcoming face
Has he even noticed? Or does he even care?
This car is turning, racing but we're going nowhere.
He steps on the gas, my heart begins to flutter.
We're free falling fast, but without God's ruder.
