Compass

Dash away into the night,

Darling,

Taste the speckle of light.

 

Do not dwell on the sight,

Do not succumb to the noises you hear.

Only scent.

Only taste.

 

Erase your filthy Mind,

Concetrate.

Concetrate.

 

Fate is awaiting,

Stop

To smell the flowers,

 

Do not get too close,

Sweet child,

For these flowers ar too wild.

 

When the silvery moon sees her plight,

Run, dash away!

For the enemy is you.

 

Explode into the stars,

Young one,

And join with her.

 

Become

The way

Of the child in dismay.

 

Be his compass,

And show him the light,

So he may join you,

As the speckle of light.

 

Reviews

[Hester Vane]

Great piece, I really like the tone and the narrative voice! A great feeling of classic style presents itself in this piece.

[Jodelle]

great imagery of a journey, I feel as if I am travelling with your character, each stanza has a progressive journey which is very attractive!

[Oceana]

Excellent word choice with this one. Nicely done

[zainul]

Amazing work.
Love the whole cute piece.
But this stanza sparkles like a star:
"Do not get to close,
Sweet child,
For these flowers ar too wild."
Could you write "Do not get too close"?

[MADDYH]

I really liked this one!

[Divyanshu Kachhap]

i would love to have this compass :) helping and showing me right path always :)

[chaotic katie]

i love this piece, nice job!

[JulieÉmile]

The only mistake I found was in the 5th stanza, 1st line. Other than that, this poem is perfect! Very inspiring and encouraging. Very good. Thank you for sharing this.

[Maheep Singh Rathore]

fantabulous :).. (y)

[Rahul]

When the silvery moon sees her plight,
Run, dash away!
For the enemy is you.

nice stanza.