In the midst of a strange city,
I stare across the busy crowd.
Hoping to catch a glimpse of a familiar face—
Waiting in vain,
Behind this window pane.



Ysabelle’s Lullaby

The cold breeze makes me whisper a wish,
To go back to those days I cherish.

A chance to live in yesterdays,
When nothing amaze me but those rays.

Each day you come through my window,
With a promise you shine, not a tear would flow.

There would never be a rainy day,
Nor a melancholic night, you would say.

Your rays touch my skin, and it’s like a warm hug.
You raise above the clouds, so proud.

Not a dark cloud would defy you,
Not even a raging storm would do.

Now I smile as sweet as I could,
Hoping that tomorrow you’ll shine like you should . .