Mocking longing

Silent is the moonlight by my side,

While I’m writing down my sins.

She’s got an ancient voice  -  my pride

Yet can’t help going in for the last rinse

 

Because time is running dry.

Will we ever stop longing for wider suns…

With venomous words… so eager to petrify

Those hearts that were so pure once.

 

And I’m still looking for fissures

Somewhere in those sketches of fate,

Satiated of those love-wishers

Who excelled to imitate so great

 

What the architect of mind has hidden.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[jazzymars]

Great one! I like the message of this poem.

[Ana B.]

Thank you :)

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I love this through and through! Great last stanza. I like the sketches of fate phrasing. Beautiful piece, Ana :)

[Ana B.]

Thank you sweet Yumna :)

[Dr. YumnaKay]

You're welcome, Ana 😊

[Kesha]

God, I really love your style of writing, this is so friggin beautiful and soft.. a truly great read..

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much Kesha :)

[Kesha]

You are welcome:)

[Abraham George]

Nice way of writing and you keep the rhythm till the end.
You have drawn a picture with your pen. Great.

[Ana B.]

Thank you Abraham :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

great last line...yes, the architecture of what we destroy....parts of ourselves little by little come apart....we need fusion to get ourselves back together...and those who imitated love....really fooled us well, yet we fool ourselves, the best.

j.

[Ana B.]

Couldn't agree more. Thank you for stopping by Jacob.