Still a song… that sings – a poem
Blocked marooned breathing
Yet to be fled in distance,
Caged were dark nights sleeping
Luminous death pretends.
Wondering minds in a lone road
Fluttering dippers fade away,
Shimmering songs break a chord
Evoked smiles discord peace.
How it feels not to feel
And not to live anymore,
A life to die with no meaning
Smokescreen in oblivions lore.
Past is a fading song
In my deserted lagoon,
Shadows of yesterdays
No more can worry a cocoon.
And I often fight…
With my anonymity eternal,
Preludes of dried tears cried
Here is my own idiocy verbal.
I chase my illusion
Never more a caption
Nothingness numerous
Evermore an oasis ration.
Death to live and life to die
Another day to cry,
Yet a puzzle solved in zero
Let the sky dazzle in shy.
A piece of sky
Set in a scarlet Sun,
In a warm blanket of wine
To evoke few smiles undue run.
Marooned is the lagoon of death
A sky to rise above the Sun
Yet a road leads to a bohemian mind
For, there is still a song ...... that sings.