Was There

Jaskier

Deserted roads Filled with lonely hopes, grey mornings Darkest evenings And even everlasting sorrow I see no hopes in my journey Lights may never shine, so are rays beamed by stars

Even stars are afraid to cover the skies They hide in horror I care not of what road I am in This will never diverge anymore I fall on this path Passing the endless pit I came with no one

The vast grey was a bit slayed Colors appear vividly And sad songs turn to harmonized noise Fireworks starts sparkling And pixies start to twinkle

Shadow then come Beckoning hands and leaning body Engulfing my mess within Starting to form one perfect mess from shattered nuisance Hands of light and molder caress me Estranged to this idea And the befall of the night

Turns out to be then nothing but unicorns’ day

Rainbows of glittering thoughts Pillows of light emotions Cottons of sickled glides Then joys of comforting souls

Then tornadoes and sand then dissolves The shadow who repaired me Again . . . Wilderness became the home of me

Only then, life turns to be again Pointless journey to nowhere I am lost and no one is saving me.

Photo by: Shane Airah Jakosalem