A Thing of Lies is a Joy Forever

A poem explaining my reconfigured outlook on life.

Silently watching from beneath the boughs of trees

I see a silhouette that could bring me to my knees

she's framed by the reflected kiss of night

eyes shine forth with oceanic light.

 

But then below I see my own reflection,

for mirrors I bear no affection,

and beneath are fish of white and black

swimming in a circle, some spiral water track.

 

I try my utmost best to not make the Pacific swish

hand goes in gentle, aim? the ivory fish.

Alas movement is too strong and water starts to rave,

rocks of random luck, then turn ripple into wave.

 

White water scares the fish that start to swim away

and inkiness comes my way, but for chance my hand I stay.

So even though the blackened choice I grabbed never

the milky prize too is gone, I failed in my endeavour.

 

Back to reality and my angel, I'm just about to swoon,

somehow she can be, so bright against the moon

which seems akin to jet in her presence

the sight within my reach makes me lose my effervescence.

 

So even though she came as bid

all I wanted to do would never be did

for after making the connection

our paths lay opposed in direction.

 

All things grow old and so I,

but that which is not real can never die,

so better I never reach into that ocean

and even if... thou need not my negative emotion.

Reviews

[Zachary Donte]

I love everything about this. The descriptive word usage makes for a nice read. Great job.

[Adreamer's Bluejay]

The way you told this story is wonderful and really I love it. IT's beautiful and amazing and very well penned. Excellent wording, imagery, skill all together.

nicely penned