Memories are aflame, Upon a lonely funeral pyre, Where flames lick their lips, And I, with guilt, Grieve, For life has long taken me, From that which I hold dearest, Until my heart, In pity, Relents, Till a sweet song begins to call, And I, blindfolded, May happily go, Back to my life, In death.
I am hooked on a perfection, That exists solely in the realms of a mind, Whose experience of reality, Is but a curtain call on a forgotten time, Where love was known, Yet never mine to own.
On the horizon, Comes a dream of a future, That may wash away the present, where, No matter how bright the day, I remain adamant for the dark; That could softly approach, Or around me manifest, With familiar cold hands, To smother the worries, Of a moment that was once the future, Upon the last… Continue reading Downpour
Like new stars amidst the void, We met in a burst of light, From the primordial clouds, Who coloured our destiny by design, So that we may dance, With gravity addicted to the other, But if we are to follow our fate, I must simply be glad to have known you; For I saw… Continue reading Pairing
As time goes by, I return to the places it can't, Where life was a facet, Of many, And which still exist there, On these pathways, To places in denial, Of a future imperfect, Trapped in scenes that change, Yet to me, the same, For as I look back once again, I find that… Continue reading Pathways