Friday, April 1, 2016

Only The Wind Remains
















your beauty fades,
the darkness of night
does approach,
there is no truth left,
no more hope before
the dawn,
this moment of ordinary
clarity disappears,
chance encounters inside
realms of creative laughter;
another answer,
another possibility;
only the wind remains;
words flow like delicate swans,
wrapping themselves in
royal robes of comfort,
deep within the sound of
your breath,
soft and secure,
speaking unknown mysteries and
telling tales of untold valor,
staggering like drunken sailors on
maiden voyages,
weaving inside blurred lines
of forgotten innocence,
lost upon midnight dreams,
unable to grasp even the
fundamentals;
the window is closing;
the time almost here,
the silence roars without a sound,
the hour upon which it
stands grows near;
only the wind remains;
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