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Closer To The Sun

Mark is a Certified Public Accountant and a published writer having been featured in several anthologies along with his hometown newspaper.


Let’s find some place to go
Throw ourselves up into the air
Let the wind decide for us this time
We didn't choose the place of our birth

I try to read between the stars at night
The dark side of a heaven I always carry
Knowing my struggles, still you gave me a try
You told me what you did, it’s behind us now

I try not to bring you too close inside
I know that’s what you want from me
But you said you liked a good mystery
I do too but it’s your heart that’s haunted

Seeds pick their own place to land
But we’ll see each other under the light
We’ll beg the breezes to bring us near
While our hearts stretch closer to the sun


Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on December 27, 2017:

Thank you Shafqat. You are very kind to say these things. I am a bit raw at times in my writing and try to find a metaphor that helps with what I am trying to say. I am untrained as a poet. I just go with what I am feeling and use the language of my mind and heart.

Shafqat Mushtaq on December 27, 2017:

Remarkable flow in your words, Sir! They just dance before your imagination while you read it!

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on December 20, 2017:

Hello! I don't know what I actually believe sometimes. But I felt this was the truth as I wrote it. It gives me some kind of feeling of power to determine my fate but that fate also brings me into contact with others I never knew; such as you!

Dr Kulsum Mehmood from Nagpur, India on December 20, 2017:

My dear, I always believed that we choose our parents before our birth. And, our destiny is pre - decided..... " seeds pick their own place to land." Beautifully penned.

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