Writer's Movement

Gone- Leaving me here all alone My friends- My loved ones- Gone I need a soul here to hold me Mere youngling now cast on The stars look down on this lone soul Treads carefully on grass The Dark relocates down by me A friend not to surpass One there for me despite time's push He holds me high, I swoon He sings to me- Soft as the sea His voice a gentle tune He stays by me- As if a right He'll never me betray For those who have gone and left me

To not be led astray

I'm moving slowly 'long for now

Free of my past- For life

My hope in the near and far stars

Gears of my heart beat strife