SoulReserve

Evanesence

I am the mist
that moves
slowly over the coast,
I am the breath of trees,
These collected lights
lining the clouds
with hope,
even as the Sun fades;
You won’t find me
where I was,
I am elsewhere,
My heart
has a heart of its own,
I won’t stay,
folded
underneath
my fluttering wings;
I will blossom and then
disperse,
riding the scent of flowers,
I will only grow faint,
like a memory of love.

© SoulReserve 2016

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