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.
Tag: Writing
Downpour
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
Pairing
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
Pathways
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
Mortalis
From a young age I'd heard, That death walks amongst us, Yet is never seen As the eyes of those who pass, Must always be closed. As I grew older, I learned; Beauty is in the eye of beholder, For with our waking lives We must witness life, In order to find it. Yet as… Continue reading Mortalis