Musings Of Light And Darkness Part 2

Sweet, sweet nostalgia
Sweet as the grass in the morning dew
On this golden dawn I smell my spirit a-soaring
Flying in abandon all dreams and good prayers

Dark, and darkly the midnight hours
Dark and so black like the dreams of a worker
That blooms in the bosom of tired grey visions
As he waits for another day to toil in the heat

Pain, oh so painful the hopes of a wanderer
Broken and so down like mountains he shouldered
Weary and whatnots are his meal of fake gossips
Fleshing out the weeds of another dust lampoons

Peace, oh so peaceful the sleep of a child
She knows not a thing but the breastmilk of mother
Who knows what the wheels may be spinning next in line?
But not oh so much as this faith we ignored...

Sweet, sweet nostalgia, for a crone in ICU
For she knows not what the world she will wake up in next
Or what of her grandson a tyrant in the making
Conceived from a womb that's better left barren...

Swayed, oh so swayed is this pen in my hands
But never be so stained than this screen of a blogger
For never matched up are his dreams and the world
But never too late, for salvation that's coming...

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010