I whispered farewell to infinite moments,
flashes in time made of joy and tears,
a mirage of life and loitering hours
are scattered behind me torn and seared.
Regrets abound and delusions many,
deception scattered in settled dust,
I live with their memories… My defense, if any,
to all, but myself, I have been just.
I’ve seen the love I long ago planted,
and carefully nurtured by my hand,
into the mist with yesterday perish,
like leaves in autumn… dying, bland.
Perhaps tomorrow in glorious sunrise
the angels will sing, the world will shine,
but the magical world I always longed for,
that non-existent, will not be mine… |
