What does it feel like, to awake beneath a dying twilight,
To be impaled by the icy wind, as it sends a million snowflakes
Aflutter, afloat, like a bevy of ivory doves, like dreams in flight,
Lulling me back to sleep, washing away my heartaches
Pulsating, blurring the image of those midnight memories,
Your eyes rippling with tears, cascading like summer rain, pattering
Against my cheeks, collecting in the cradle of my reveries,
Overbrimming with tearstained pages lying forgotten, yellowing
What does it mean, to be rocked to and fro by a gentle sea,
To billow with the ocean waves, as they voice their desires to be set
Aflame, ablaze, like a raging inferno, like wildfires burning free,
Scorching away my troubles, but I'd forgotten what bliss begets
Echoing, whispering each bittersweet melody, every verse
Fading , coalescing with your mellow harmonies, every breath
Misting the once-crystalline windows into my mind, it hurts,
To tremble alongside each chord, heartstrings severed by death
Fragments of a broken euphoria flickering like candle flame,
A warm incandescence frames your rosy cheeks, your glistening
Eyes, melting into our dancing shadows, our silhouettes untamed,
Lamenting over your crumbling world, crying even as I'm listening
Canvases of an unpainted dream aching for strokes of colour,
Your childlike ideals of azure skies and emerald meadows,
They envelope my sleeping figure as I curl up, and I wonder,
If you had drawn these blades of grass to tickle my toes
What does it feel like, to wish upon a shooting star,
To gaze at its fiery trail, as it ignites a million sparks
Alight, aglow, like a sparkle of fireflies, blessings from afar,
As our hands intertwine, interlace, brilliant even in the dark.
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Ocean of Poems
PoetryThe world will always forget me, Just remember that wherever you may be, Hope is within reach, Because all you have to do. Is reach up, And you can pluck a star out of the sky.
