Thursday, November 14, 2013

miss.

amidst the rain that falls,
or in those journeys,
thousands of feet above the ground.
in between the aches that it may bring,
or when you reach the end of the road,
some things are always for sure.
it may be that rainbow,
that you'd always miss witnessing after a rain.
or a sunshine,
that you'd miss at night.
the stars you'd miss in the day,
or the moon,
that never brings dismay.

2 comments:

Jarod Yong said...

They were always there
just need to go to where
they wait patiently on display
we were just busy focused on dismay

-LyS- said...

lovely poem :)..thank you jarod..hope you are doing great over there :)