SoulReserve

Warm Echo of Forgotten Dreams

He is like the breeze that breathes,
somnolence
into my slumbering mind
resting in thoughtlessness far away from time…
Hope that crawls, effervescent and grieved
a mildew on a leaf
it sprays a shadow over halted dreams
All while I sleep…
Wakefulness is only a thought away
but I have no wish to take
repudiation, my heart can’t face
the trepidation,
yet again…
Boring through the veins it plagues
and plays, a shallow tune
so melancholy, it claims
the breathlessness of roaring ecstasy.
And tied down with heavy acceptance
that denied
a smaller predilection
I have become an ocean of seamless reflection.
In my mind, a disjoint whole
In my heart, an echo
of a tale, that may or may not have been!

© soulreserve 2015

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