Fading Glimpses and Rebounds of Goodbyes
Quite Whispers of Loneliness and Forgotten Dreams
Nine days to let me go. We’re so far behind we missed the afterglow. Colliding closer feels like running in a dream, holding us back. Feeling so lonely, I’m ready to say goodbye until the next life – maybe it’s the higher power calling.
A radiant sign: reflections of silhouettes, sadness pouring over tidal rays guiding a muted light. It’s all about your immunity, nothing else. For sure, I won’t be running away.
Breathing in the smell of hometown memories, I parachute into blue moon balloons. Where are you? Are you near? Clouds with silver linings drift over the horizon. Wherever you are, you’re as magnificent as a Sahara sunrise. For the love of God, please head home. Your revolution won’t be televised. Save the children from the chains of oppression. Home – the birthplace of hatred.
You are who you are today. I’ll call it a night before morning rises – pieces of a man’s leftovers, a sign of age. Down you will fall; we are prisoners of the needle’s eye – a toast to people and peace.
Have you put a spell on me? It’s my turn to feel good tomorrow, like a July tree on a September day. A random “Take care of business” was needed in this beautiful land. We – you – must learn our place. If I may, I’ll surrender, like the Mona Lisa.
Too young to ramble among roses, I’m lost in those lazy, hazy, crazy days of pretending to smile. Oh dear lonely hearts, we will straighten up – nature boy.
Fragments in the Stream:
Surreal confessions and echoes of a voice dreamt,
Simple words paint a complex heart,
Reality blends with imagination – feeling every line.
