Photo Credit: Assem Gniyat

Sometimes I, ask the self, ‘Am I missing out, on life?”

And why can’t I see, butterflies, dancing in the sky:

“Where is God, above the misty blue, grey sky?”

“How come, the moon, does not smile,

Since you are now, out of my life?”

Sometimes I ask the self, “Why does my heart weep?”

And void becomes, a part of my life, that makes me,

Feel incomplete, want to run, escape, not laugh, smile, nor try

For I have created dreams, that turns out, to be a impossible,

A big lie: So, now I choose, to be thankful—to grace,

As I listen to your, silent golden songs, day and night!

Empress Journee