"the letter"
take the pen
that never ran out of ink
spell out your name
in letters beside
while the fine ink draws
on white sheets in cursives
starting off with the littlest
breathe in and free
your heart is enclosed
within the warmth of two palms
let me open a book
and turn memories ascending by pages
it's golden, dancing in melody
for all these nights that
these masterpieces hums
a lullaby to sleep
for all the days that
these chapters mends
a wound so deep
it's the place to go.
off we go by the ship
and sail the river of tears
aye! we're heading forth
on and on we fly by the plane
and touch heavenly clouds
aye! we're heading up
it's the place i tell.
this is where the last curve meets
but tickets are all in
come by, and adventure awaits
to you, i am sending off the letter
with my sign,
safely sealed.
YOU ARE READING
Unsent Letters
PoetryA tear that couldn't drop from the eyes, A sound of a beating heart that couldn't speak. It was the messages that never reached anyone, nor entered someone's mind. 'Tis the letters they rest, in a book of poetry.
