Why do all good things come to an end?

Flames to dust. Lovers to friends. Why do all good things come to an end?

The clouds slowly maneuver away,

Leaving me helpless beneath the blue sky,

My excitement moulds into sadness,

Without an urge to try.

 

The sun dries my wings,

And smiles forth at me,

Murmurs to me my freedom,

And allows me to fly free.

 

At some distance, the albinos play my favorite tune,

I smell freshly baked buns nearby too,

I find no flaw in the world beneath me,

All seems magical and true.

 

This cannot be a dream,

Please do not let it be,

Not until I fly over the whole world,

Not until there’s nothing left for me to see.

 

There’s a wide ocean on my left,

And ever green mountains on my right,

There are clouds like cotton candy,

Which I’d love to eat in a single bite.

 

There is no hunger I can foresee,

No war that touches my vision,

It’s just happiness and ecstasy,

Not measured with precision.

 

Suddenly the sun shimmers brightly,

I feel my wings melt,

I had been tricked, my bad,

Because of the pleasure I had just felt.

 

As I wake up to face another day,

I think of the ways I could mend,

If only I had the power to bring back good times,

If only not all good things come to an end.

Author's Note

I wrote this a long time ago, don't know why I didn't share it here in first place. Some of the rhyme is kinda immature but it works with the flow.
All yours to review. :)

Reviews

[Desert Dreamer]

Wonderful dreamy flow to your poem. Reminds me of the ways of the ancients, they shared all and no one went hungry...I wonder if we can ever return to those practices. To bring back good things we must act, we must make our dreams real.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

Very dreamy yet it is these dreams which keep us motivated.

[dovetailer]

I love the sentiments and the poem
I have no problem with the rhyming...
you have a freeform poem that rhymes...broken into stanzas...
you should read your poems aloud... this will reveal some difficulties with the cadence...
Freeform is great...I use it often...
Freeform broken into stanzas works well as long as you don't choose a rhyming scheme
Once you do that, the cadence becomes important and dominates the thoughts you proffer...
then you want to have a cadence ...like...dum-da-dum-da-dum-da-dee...da-dum-da-dum-da-dee...or whatever scheme you choose...then be faithful to it right through the poem...
I know you wrote this long ago...it is very good...and the thoughts are what's important
I find when I write a poem that rhymes I have to tailor-fit my thoughts into a rigid poetic structure and often the purity of that thought suffers as a result...in free form poems, our thoughts are free and flow where we will them to

[Omar Fendri]

The most thing i cherish it in this poem is the careful using of the NATURE-TERM... So authentic, flawless, germ-free and true... So touching is your deeply poem's meaning :)

[Crow]

I love this piece, such a sense of freedom in your words and how you use the words.

[emmajoy]

Not everyone could create beauty with the inclusion of baked beans but you do .. ' At some distance, the albinos play my favorite tune, ~ I smell freshly baked buns nearby too, ~ I find no flaw in the world beneath me, ~ All seems magical and true. '

Here you link reality to deep emotions romance, as it should be .. but then the sadness of losing what was special hits home yet softly and beautifully.

Your mete'r's fine for most of this post but your words flow almost effortlessly.

[Khaaki]

wow its wonderful... i really luvd dis 1... gr8 write

[Wanderlust]

Fifth verse is gorgeous, and the last two lines particularly touching. I just found the font a little hard to read, but the poem is beautiful in itself. :)

[Charles]

Your fidelity to the rhyme is still admirable. It's always more difficult to find the right words when you choose to rhyme.

[Cassiopia Summers]

I would love to read this dear, but I am having difficulty with the font. I'm sorry.