Read me O reader
that I remain
like a wisp of fog
that once you saw
now no more remain
like a heartrending line
of a story
half forgotten
like haze memory
of a beautiful poem
So much so
at least
in a heart
ever settle
like a sigh
of a dream
that was to remain
A dream
that I remain
like a wisp of fog
that once you saw
now no more remain
like a heartrending line
of a story
half forgotten
like haze memory
of a beautiful poem
So much so
at least
in a heart
ever settle
like a sigh
of a dream
that was to remain
A dream
Remains of moments can be like precious shards vaguely framing some other time. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteSometimes dreams DO remain just dreams...but hopefully they are comforting nonetheless.
ReplyDeletenice...it is mystery in a good way...see only a bit and let it flow from there....to be a dream, a wisp you wont fully grasp
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of being remembered hazily - your closing lines really speak to me, as well.
ReplyDeletethe words remain.....
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