Shooting StarsShooting Stars6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A perfect sky, a silent night, the moon keeps watch, and all is right.
But behind it, this dark curtain, a samurai hides, seeks to attain
A perfect cut, to smite his foes, for tis war, that he now knows:
Theres a balance, and it must tip, upon his blade, not on their whip.
To live every moment, to cherish every breath.
And though he does not know it, all battles end with a death.
Whether tis a man or heart, all things will end on lifes path.
For the grim reaper, forever waves his black staff.
The blades lie still, within the sheaths, until he draws, forms unseen wreaths:
A song of death, that moves the sky, but these steel blades, tell not one lie.
It is this song, that joys the moon, for these still skies, will revel soon.
With fiery cuts, from heaven sent, until the stars, are gone and spent.
His cuts are truly perfect, and split through all these lit skies.
And while we all call them stars, pieces of rock in disguise,
Dressed in the flames of h
TimeTime began, and then we were.Time7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time went on, and we grew.
Time carries on, and we keep changing.
But there's not enough time,
When I am with you.