Underneath the Stars, I Watch

Underneath the stars, I watch this world from where I stand. I see the good and joyful things and the bad and depressing things.

As time goes by I see more and more things in the world, and I still watch.

But I can’t help but want to cry for those who suffer, I want to scream at those who don’t do anything except watch.

Why do we exist?

Why do we still choose to do the wrong things even though we know we are wrong?

Why is it that no one tries to do the right thing?

I watch the world and think. “Why do we love, even though all we do is hate?”

“Is all we do to each other is hurt one another, have we forgotten how to love?”

I see most of all are sad things, wrong choices being made, greed and hate, and wars that only hurt and kill.

I can do nothing from where I stand, for I will be lost in the chaos around me.

No matter who strong I stand I am pushed around and forgotten.

I cannot speak or even scream for my voice would be lost in the cacophony of voices before me.

All I can do is watch from where I stand, all alone.

I see people who smile and laugh, people who cry and are in pain.

Some make bad choices, some make the right one.

There are those who fight to protect us, there are those who hurt others.

People who dream and wonder, people who search for answers.

There are those who will change the world and those who will not.

Some stand tall and strong, while others are crouch down crying and in pain.

Everyone is different, like the stars in the sky. So many and yet not all are seen, no one star is the same.

In different colors they shine and many different sizes. Some will die tomorrow and some will be born.

Together the make the eternal sky shine with light and make shapes that make us smile and wonder.

If we could all hold hands together, if for a brief moment we could all understand each other.

What would happen?

For all I want is to see the world that many dream and wish for, a world where we are together.

Underneath the stars, I watch this world from where I stand.

One day I will have to leave this place and go out to world.

But yet my heart does not want to, because this world is to cruel from me today.

I will watch until that day comes.

In my heart I sing a lullaby for those who are forgotten, for the living.

For life I sing, for those who need love.

Arenam's Poem or Across the Sea of Sand

Across the sea of sand we wander, underneath the star lit sky.

The wind blows our prayers into the sky, to the white birds of the desert.

Slowly across the sea we go with the wind at are backs and the moon and sun above.

Our hearts follow the beat of the ticking clock, as our feet tread the earth.

The children sing a song for tomorrow, as the sun sets upon the horizon.

We follow the path that is lit with tears, we head towards the place between the stars.

Together and alone, we face the sea of sand as we wander.

Underneath the star lit sky with the moon and sun above, with the wind at our backs.

We wander as we send our prayers to the birds, into the unknown of life.

Babylon

In the darkening twilight between the sun and moon.
The howling winds tears at me as I slowly walk through the endless plain of sand.
In the ruins before me the sun shines its light through the once grand gates of Babylon.
Time stands still in the hazy mirage of the lost days of the ancients'.
The winds holds their forgotten voices within the sands of time.
As it shifts and rises on the plains, an empty silence rings throughout this place.
The silence of Babylon, the myth that we made, now rings throughout the gates that shine in the twilight.