With the passage of time,
The moon hid the sun,
Comets passed goodbyes
Yet, countless words
Are concealed in disguise.
If I could live inside a mythology,
I'd like to ask Psyche,
"Did you learned archery, to
Shoot Cupid with your beauty?"
And if it was,
"Can words be my arrows,
And efface his nightly woes?"
Because,
Neither the heavenly bodies
Nor the sleeping seas
Can appreciate you truly,
Son of aphrodite.
And as the sun kisses the ocean,
Before slumber,
I wish too many things,
Hoping I could grow wings
If I could sing,
I'd serenade you,
If I could dance,
I'd waltz around you,
But wishes don't come true, do they?
Regardless of "Buts"
And "What ifs",
My ideal king,
My vintage eclipse,
My rhythmic novel,
I finally confess.
Out of the boundless hues
My eyes can see,
You're the only scenery
And the subject of my poetry.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of the Soul
PoetryOur soul is like an ocean full of deep secrets, hidden fears, demons, and angels lurking at the depth of our being. If eyes are the window of the soul, then where would be the door? ------------------- Collection of poems, words left unsaid, words...
