Sunday 7 January 2018

Scribbles #6

Like a light breeze
It brushes me slowly
The star of the heavens
Today that desire
Is the shadow with me 
Is this heaven on earth ?
My dear, this joy
Will these days be forever -
Written in the skies ?
The eternal truth -
I wake to every morning,
Hearing the breaths of your smile.
What has my mind become ?
A vision with no meaning ?
A never ending dream ?
A dying flower ?
Here I stand guard
With my army of a hundred
To hear that song
Which my memories sing
Even in the darkest nights

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