remnants of the past
floating in the air
for it was the last
dance, that we would dare
oh, how i crave for the iridescent light
at the end of this long-winded journey
for my tales consist of painful tragedies
and snapshots of momentary happiness
…
so when will i find
peace and comfort in myself?
for my own reflection
could not even gaze at my eyes
———
what a wound so deep, it blinds the eye
the blade so sharp, so illusory
but never would it be a blade to pierce my vision
only rather passion now discarded, with tragedy anticipating
…
so the blood would fill the floors of the gala
a performance so real, it was not anymore
and my dreams would flow through the currents
seeking reality, wishing to be born
like comets under moonlit skies
set upon my starry eyes
but the stars will not align
will my heart be benign?
rosey eyes, rosey eyes
sweet lies would suffice
for the stars in those eyes
were never born in those nights
when the wind calls for freedom
for its breeze to blow in the air
where shall it fly to be free
from such a perilous journey?
and so the spring season continues
it twists and turns like growing vines
and yet, its changes have not been so turbulent
will it stay like this forever? springing to life?
it’s almost the end of spring
the final page to this chapter
let the stories that parallel thrive
and let the last flowers bloom
for it’s not over yet
no, it’s not over yet
Sincerely, Me (Davo)