Where Do The Sprits Go?

Where Do The Sprits Go?

Disappointed.
I look at my hands to
read your destiny.

I fall to kiss the
moon dust. You were
my desire in sleep.

The spirit hovers
like the golden eagle
to rest the talons.

I stop the game.
Some cards had remained
undealt. I win, I lose.

You were not the
angel. You were not the mortal.
Where do I put my relief?

Reviews

[berenongur]

I am so glad that you put the feelings flowing from your soul into writing. So I could read it and get inspired and think, thank you. Have a nice day