MEH…..

The silence sways and holds the shooting star,
A mystery it is, yet missed more often than not.
Grief and sorrow, armed and heavy,
Slips away with silence touch.
Yet the body pulls them back,
relives their weight with another.

Yes, forgotten it is to live through their eyes
Yes, forgotten it is to do what we are meant to
To sit still and truly see,
To watch with open eyes.
As slowly and gently,
The path of love and peace unfolds.

One day,
You may hold on to the eternal light.

– Nodame