OctPoWriMo – Day 01
Dark thoughts linger in forgotten corners,
like ghosts that want their voices heard.
A moon, tonight too weak to light the world,
Takes gloomy clouds to veil its face.
First shades of grey convey some hope,
some change will happen soon.
The world so still, without a breath,
Alistens, though no sound is there.
Another hour passed,
timeless seconds drained my heart.
The grey has changed, a bird has croaked,
his voice, my ear but rusty tools.
Mists that muffled every light and sound,
fade away, reveal a pastel pastoral.
First tiny sunrays frisk between the trees,
greet happy dancing waters in the creek.
And me, I know, a new day was just born,
to me, to sculpt it into life.