Poem after tonight's storm

Posted on Sunday, June 18, 2017


Must the man be who he is?
Must the man loose all before he changes?
Only the vain,
Only the vain, my dear.

A firefly passes by a couple,
The night remains the same
Except,
Everything is different.

We do nothing, and nothing we do,
The gods write beautiful stories,
We must live,
Live we must, my dear.

Because there will always be something that amazes you.
Love we do. Love is always offered.

Must the man be who he is?
Yes, that is the path.
Must the man loose all before he changes?

I cannot answer for that is not my story.
I'm just mesmerized by the firefly he brought with him.

And then it rained.
And we remained silent as the old night.

The night is so old and warm, sweet grandmother night, she hold me until I fell asleep.

Love is offered. Life is offered. We conquer only ourselves.

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