Short But Beautiful

All passion was lighted ablaze,
by an intense need of emotions,
Everyone faced the heavens,
anticipating the bursts of dancing lights.

Peoples' faces brightened,
as the fireworks coloured the night sky,
flying in their dizzy circles,
bringing a symbol of hope to all.

The fireworks, the sparks pretty as they were,
struggled albeitly so brief
in its embers of dying glory,
at last swallowed by the enveloping darkness.

Although the sparks were alive
for a time too short,
at least we were there
to experience its beauty of it all.

It might have been so much more
but destiny bids us to another path
we have no choice but to tread,
Does the walker choose the path,
or the path the walker?

My mind is tired of its overactivity,
it begs rest for some period
for a peace desperately seeked,
a while forgotten
but hopefully soon returned. *Peace*

A Different Sort of Days

I remember those days of long ago
where I'd wake up
thinking of all the things
that have gone wrong in my life.

They were probably trivial
probably minute
but they bothered the perfectionist in me
leaving me gasping for air.

Until you came along
giving me another kind of breathless
turning my world inside out
in a good way perhaps.

Now I have a new sort of days
where I'd wake up
with a tiny smile
written on my face.

You brought me a new meaning
a new way of thoughts
a different experience
a new kind of feeling.

You make me wanna be a better person
you gave me strength
you renewed my dreams of a future
you pass me the beacon of Hope.

I never dare hoped for "forever"
but I cherish the times we have together
and everything we learnt
from this beautiful detour in life.