Remember…

.

Lips light up like a thousand sun

And in the eyes brews a soft storm,

An ocean of raindrops will form

By the time the last stars have spun,

The heart is taken and, high, soars

As the vessel sails on high seas,

And, left behind, this mind explores

What, only all alone, it sees…

But this is not a tragedy

For joy and sadness make it whole,

This heart so old and raggedy;

Over the years the brilliant soul

Travels into the mysteries

Of greater worth than simple faith,

Throughout moment and histories,

Throughout echoes of olden wraith.

.


This time, I’m not even sure myself…

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