A Bientot

A ship in a storm, where the blue sky turned black and the clouds are like lead.waves are like rolling rocks and winds are flying knives. A beam of light appears from far away on the horizon then disappears in a second. Like hope that comes to you with a promise the goes away with disappointment. Reasons seem to be of no logic and meaning seem to be of no comprehension. All I want is just to hold you hand, to pull you into that cave in me where you belong. But as the fading light disappeared, so did you. I have learnt not to blame anybody. but the ship has to move on and on. I hope I can see you again someday, oneday when the sky turns blue again. A Bientot.