Every Moon - A poem

Simple Distractions, complex Complications.
Whole stories and constructed Tales.
Silent Truths and obnoxious falsehoods.

A life of disappointment and a life of disease.
Prepared for the road ahead, but still waiting for this one to end.
Heart full of hope and a Soul full of wonder.

Still from the nightmares, minds wander into depths unknown.
Untouched by the kind hearts of man, beaten by the labyrinths of demons.
Craving the warm sensation, of a living beating soul.

Statue strong standing, waiting for the lightning to light the path ahead.
Cautious to the stranded keeping pace and moving steadily forward.
Knowing nothing of destination, and running purely on the fuel of salvation.

The mirrors surrounding, whisper of loose ties.
Eyes empty, reflecting the many broken promises that left them dull.
Lids close calm in the journey for light, aware of the ever drawing night.

Chimes in the distance, grow stronger with each stride.
The scent of rain and flowered fields fill the ever content nose.
The touch of soft velvet grass, beneath the feet below.

The gentle breeze embraces the skin, leaving trails of refreshed bliss.
The sweet melodies of unsaid happiness, welcomed into the once deaf ears.
Sighs of relief fill the mountains, once filled with sorrow finally found its peaceful terrain.

Cool sweat forms on the brow; a chill suddenly fills the air.
Looking to the moon, a smile found its way to the once crestfallen face.
Comfortable silence graced the meadows; even in shadowed existence it held a heavenly glow.

The lands painted with unspoken message.
One of wisdom and grace, shared between darkness and light.
A moral, a guideline; to build upon, to hold

Ever y mirror has two reflections, every clock holds a face.
All candles have their flickers and each star has it glow.
Every Moon has its dark side, and every rose has its thorns.