Blissful night, weathering the storms in a starry upheaval that moves life’s mundane thoughts,
silence is thy weapon pervading thoughts.
The cold wades through as the mind wanders through the essence of life.
Let there be light as the wick burns in my life and the vast ocean flows in abundance of hope and glitter.
No dream is too big to chase as I seek myself in this journey.
I shall move mountains, traipse with a baton through the thorns to pluck the roses of bliss.
The soul visits to rekindle hope and fight the battle of a mind, engulfed in complacency.