we harvest love
and accept it
the way we think
we deserve
but there was a
land beyond
the horizon
where love was
aplenty
the name of which
died like a song
with no one to
sing it
and i read of
the stories
the way a cactus
drinks rain
of that land that
vanished in the
mists of time
and there had
been a bridge
to cross over
that which
was all connected
by silk ribbons
and children
balanced upon them
walking on
in capes
of colored feathers
i have never been
to that bridge
that is woven around
my deepest dreams
and there's cynosure
burning bright
blinking, calling out
to me
from a land with
night made
of diamonds
and day Felice
of golden daisies
but i am a
wandering soul
in the cold domes of
homes
and where my heart is
there's never
a home
and the voice from
the land is dust
on the sill
and the way to
the bridge is
obscured by fog
and i sit to lick
the salty dew on
marguerites
and i sink in all
my memories
and look up
at the sky to find
the cynosure
to the land
of heartbeats.
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Aruni
Poetryher name is Aruni. and like the sun, she will rise after the dark and let every sunrise find her different. ・✫・゜・。. poetry tellings of a fictional character that span across the random times of her life. [Readers' discretio...
