Daresay

A Poem by emman

A poem of waiting

Thy eyes are spotlights that rivet the heart
Bid the lighthouse to steer the bark
Of a lad whose venture is to paint the art
And embark to the palm of the loveliest mark

Influx of fate is such irregular
Answers are questions on metamorphic slate
Though minds are near but the hearts are far
For the words are warm but yet to await

Utters the lyric as the gate of heaven
But words aren't enough to make it even
Songs are flying with the breeze unseen
And poems are just specks of a fraudulent grin

As breathing continues to save the baffle
And endure the abominable strain of each day
Tears are falling while facing the battle
Of love, waiting, and bogus daresay