Thy solitude encompasses my presence

I was the fallen petal of autumn

A shy hue of artistic thoughts

I arose from the dead, smiling at the world as a admirer

Time had corroded my craft.

 

I had become the frail ice of the lake rectified

The look of deepness in the eyes of 

The decaying enlightenment of the understanding years

The faded summer touch of the spring.

 

That made love to your spirit, from the compelling universe

I was a gloom from the moon-lit pools of old souls

A chase for the curving stalk of hope

A verse of pacifying phrases of reverie.

I am now a blaze of  new expectation 

comfortable in the glory of my poverty

printing prosperous dreams in her misery

searching rainbows in the scattered clouds.

I cherish the magnetic spells of her charm

I withstand tragedies and regrets

I am the dazzled shadow of your mirror

Lurking in the corners of your absolute  solitude.

Reviews

[gombeggar]

as 'an' admirer

dazzling wording here...well done...some issues with the changes in pronouns though

[quinfinn]

you are indeed mastering the whole imagery and wordplay metaphorical. awesome piece!

[Balkaran Sidhu]

thnx

[David Scott]

This read like the musings of a poet out for a walk in the wilderness. Peaceful and comfortably alone.
I enjoyed being let in on such a beautiful moment.

[Balkaran Sidhu]

thanx for the review

[Inda]

The melancholy here is beautiful, almost tragic. Great piece!

[Balkaran Sidhu]

thank you