The Promise


Flashes of memory

Rushing on the verge

Of vanishing

Long strides 

High tides

Blue and wide

Something behind

The horizon

It’s clear inside

The heart that sees

The vastness

Of all seas

A promise of hope

A glimpse of peace

Fleeting, as soon as

It appears

We are all


We are all


Unless we surrender

And change the tone

Of the inner voice

That which talks


Putting you down

Promising you failure

For it to survive

To stay alive

A fake life

You must suffer

Listen to the silence

Close the tired eyes

They’ve cried


Remember the promise

That which she whispered

With love as large as

The Universe

She promised you

Shall prosper

Even if the tides

Were high

Even if the sky

Was dry

Even if people


Your Sighs

You shall make it




About The Soaring Eagle

Entrepreneur, Investor, Solution Architect, Award-winning poet, Published author
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2 Responses to The Promise

  1. Abdullah says:

    Still enjoying the depth of your writings. Hope all is well with you and your family.

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