He's Just Around
Chrish is a poetry writer who loves to paint, nature and dog lover, who write for herself and happy to share it with you.
Wandering silently and gently
beneath the wondering and observing moon
It feels like I'm floating
Along the blowing whispering wind
With my wide arm open
In the middle of the night
Where a hush descended over the houses
I stood on my foot
The moon hovered overhead
My eyes witnessed its mysterious form
Like something wordless
I can feel its warm light
Gently touching my skin
Oh, what a silence so accurate
Then I sigh,
Living in the moment
Not trying to understand the past
Neither predicting the future
Just merely breathing
just living the moment
Glaring at the moon,
How can you be so patient?
I asked,
And interest me so oddly
As if there's something
Printed inside of me
Needed to be filled
Then I stop with an exasperated sigh,
There's something about this world
That sometimes make me say a word
When they spake a tone
Of desdain,
My heart were not in it
But it makes me feel like
A prisoner in an aquarium,
Your crown represent my youthful life
Thorny and impossible to endure
But after all the stripes on repeat
And the cruel death
That fell upon you
How did you endure it all?
I asked in a broken hearted tone,
I am a hidden treasure
You kept,
But now my heart is damaged
And in you a very long time I seek
And here beneath the falllow earth
I whelved so deeply and patiently
As I wait,
Like a secret whelved deeply in
Ones heart,
Enough of this a voice in the back
Of my head said,
So what makes you so patient
To wait the sun until it shine
And you do it over a million times
If you'd give me a chance
I'd love to ask if
The waiting was worth it,
Then a sudden gust of wind
Blew my face
Where I don't know where it came from
Neither where its going
As the wind gusting through the branches
Above the silent sky
There is an imposing night clouds
Ambled Above from where I stand
As if it was an introduction
Of an opening gate of heaven
Where the music of the sea begin to play
And the marching joyful sound
Of the rivers is on its way
And the trees are dancing
And rustling endlessly as if they're
Proclaiming and rejoicing for the opening
Gate of heaven,
Then slowly I closed my eyes
My heart and thoughts are silent too
Just as before the birds begin their
Blissful songs and triumphant dance
And the fiery sun is rising on
Earths first million morn
My heart is overwhelmed with joy
That makes me dance as I walk back home
With a firm belief in heart
That it was my God's voice,
The sweet and blissful songs of the birds
The music of the ocean
The joyful marching of the rivers
The whispering of the wind
And the dancing trees,
I know it was you, so why would I fear?
If I can even hear you not just
To my ears, but also in my heart
I know it was all you, and I believed you're just around.