Distance, absence, nothing makes sense.
Voids that need to be filled, needs
That quite simply need to be fulfilled.
I can hear, speak and reason
As long as as I may
But nothing can tell me why
Life turns out this way
I delved into the mystic poets.
Late nights and only them
Seemed to understand.
Whenever I see the river
The earth, the clouds and the sky
Watch the birds flying, flying,flying
Thus turns the world and I
Now as paths move onward
Pages remain to be turned:
Life is my ally.
Copyright; Rani Turton