With strokes of a painting
And colour in a firework
display.
With lines that bend the mind
And softness and edges
that blur between the lines.
With yearning and passion
And bursts of compassion
With flames of fire in everyone's eyes
And waves as the image crashes over
And the ocean sweeps everything over
It's all over.
With eyes that seek the stars and heavens
Reflection, now, and reminiscence,
Perfection, now, a dream and vision
The stars reflected in those eyes
seem fallen now
and sunken now
an inky ocean far too vast
And drowns those stars -
But still, they hang
In their very own heaven,
Oh, as how could it be known
If they were captured
By those eyes
Or not.
Is it reflection of impossible perfection?
Is it immersion of the greatest heavens?
To a reality where stars could only hang
as dreams.
Oh, within, with all, without.
With dreams that do not dare to dream
But dream of dreaming nevertheless
And tears and cries that drag to endless
Days and nights, a fabrication seamless
Of a wish, of a dream
that hung in a well
Of a wish, of a dream,
now hanged
in a well.
But if I can only dream of dreaming
And if I can only wish for wishes
to come true -
And if I can only desire
And walk on the path of this desire,
Vague, uncharted, an art form I started
With backing of my mind-mapped choir
Singing of something more -
If I can only do this
And this is all I can do
Then with the fire
Of greatest desire
I shall.
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I had so many good ideas for this one, but none of them fit as well as this one does.
So yeah, somehow the poem named "Desire" isn't about romance. xD
- The Author.
:P