your influential lips indite a column
of prospects far beyond a nameless ocean;
so consumed with hope, so ardently they dream.
the waves embrace their forsaken boulders;
watering an unofficial gravestone
with potential for new life.blizzards lie buried in caves beneath the mountains;
courage awakens from its deep slumber
and belatedly yearns to greet another morning.
but what could anyone do
if familiar thunderclouds take charge
and lost lightning bolts find their way home?what if light went astray
and the sardonic night absorbed the day
in a blithe nightmare of obscurity and misery?
dearest friend, if the cerulean empyrean should melt
and shattered rain drowned us all,
listen to me.let me enact the melody inside my heart;
heed my grateful expression
and memorize the legends your concern will bring.
meet me on the sunniest side of the river
where memories forged new landscapes
and expectation morphed into a lifelong gift.when the sun unweariedly lightens up
and the moon no longer quivers in its icy corner,
all the species of the earth will exhale
over verdant meadows and crystalline lakes,
as one morning fragile ambition will find its footing
and mother nature can harmonize again.
YOU ARE READING
BEFORE THE STORM
Poetry𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗌? | 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝖼 © 2019 |