In a simulated space
of futures gone as planned
against the howling winds
that herald seasons of the damned
tracing the void of your words
on a journey through cities of glass,
spaceships of affection
to end up breathing life
from just a night on the grass
a step, a few away
& then once more we begin
A walk of rediscovery
For how long were we lost within?
look there, down the hall!
where faded visions float
like series of unfinished sentences
always hitting the right note
or that tune from up the stairs
is it fear whose echoes fade?
in glow of truthful moments
faithfully portrayed
are we really lost?
Just staring
at the shapes on the ceiling
If there’s nothing outside
In lies the world we could be revealing
Given to indifference
Moved by our will
Our search for meaning
Together alone
In a phantom time
Who’d tell us that we’re just dreaming?
N.B.
To Faith, with love
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” Who would tell us we’re only dreaming?”
Sometimes I don’t want to know the answer. Nice write.
thanks man.. glad you enjoyed it 🙂
I caught the same line as Rob.
Sometimes love is a labyrinth,
where we not only lose track
of time.. but also of ourselves.
We fall so deeply that we forget
that there’s life outside of the
company that we’ve engulfed
ourselves in, ‘n the world that
continues to prosper around us.
That’s my deep dive.. 😂😂😂
Great piece, my friend!
woah you weren’t supposed to write a comment thats better than the poem itself, but okay, i accept it xD
Just the kind of thing that fits the mood i was in when i wrote it.. thanks bro
While I believe that this piece, altogether, is superb, the third stanza stood out to me. I’m not sure how you come up with content like this. Greatness defined in your penmanship, my friend. What a write.
I sort of returned to the mood where I constantly think in verses or short phrases that fit in a poem so I guess that’s it.. not a good recipe for sanity, but definitely good for poetry.. thanks for the support brother 🙂