Millions of shades.

Millions of shades in similar ways by the moon’s rays.

  Precious you are, the one to my heart is dear- who can bear my weakness and my endless fear of a tomorrow that is so near – the one to my love is sincere.

Excuse the placing and the words, excuse the tone of my lines’ cords. Excuse me for letting go without holding my voice’s echo. My veins stretch and a strong wind drives my spirit away while the wholeness of my body fades in an overwhelming decay. Would you rather hide or manifest, the craving desire for a rest, when every inch of you is a mess, would you stay?..or would you care less?

On the wings of time, wishes, dreams, endless hopes and souvenirs. On the wings of time moments and fresh starts. Nothing remains but chills at a laughter or a tear, at a word or a smile…

   And when the moon is shining in glory and the stars are wondrously bright, that is when it is all night, that is when these words become my pride. My soul may be filled with gladness, and peace may be mine, once again. Once in life.