The Whisks Of Change

I have been a dream in myself

a mirror to those that linger in my heart

They shall pass one day

like the eternity we lived in.

I was a child's compassion

Midst the deep condolence of my brevity

I have become a prospect of optimism

After Autumn memories have haunted me.

My heart has held freckled hopes

Of spiritual consensus

My last desires have been elevated

in the crayoned pulses of my nights.

But one day soon

I shall be reborn, among the glorious whisks

After death could bind me in its breath

After the most despised farewells

I will trace your omnipresence.

But Why is that my heart still burns

Upon the eminence that desires you

And even your opaque smile changes

All my grief in an hermetic of perpetual joy.

Reviews

[gombeggar]

namaste

[Dayran]

Smooth flow.

[Renée]

Beautiful work !