03-30-2015, 02:53 PM
This is my first sonnet.
Midnight Afloat
She wishes to take a midnight stroll in town,
to catch the sight of what is going to change.
A mellow smile with a twinkle in the eyes remains,
she clutches the faith and belief with fearless eyes.
The scars of vanity embrace the doubt of the past,
a bottle of teary history is gone with rain.
She gazes at the sky and wonders where is the pain,
the abyss of blue speaks the joy with spark.
A ride on the metro leads to a different will,
the pressure below the surface whispers to her mind.
“Do not be afraid.” the old man smirks with the pill,
“Are we predestined to find the essence of life? ”
The memory goes and the stream of time will flow,
and the fragment of fear will shade into countless roads.
Midnight Afloat
She wishes to take a midnight stroll in town,
to catch the sight of what is going to change.
A mellow smile with a twinkle in the eyes remains,
she clutches the faith and belief with fearless eyes.
The scars of vanity embrace the doubt of the past,
a bottle of teary history is gone with rain.
She gazes at the sky and wonders where is the pain,
the abyss of blue speaks the joy with spark.
A ride on the metro leads to a different will,
the pressure below the surface whispers to her mind.
“Do not be afraid.” the old man smirks with the pill,
“Are we predestined to find the essence of life? ”
The memory goes and the stream of time will flow,
and the fragment of fear will shade into countless roads.