In the Fragility of Dreams
When moonbeams touch the velvet sky,
On silken threads I weave my dreams
Which seem to float as a butterfly
On gentle wings with colorful themes
Then she falls into my illusive realm
Gently as a snowflake from above
She melts in song of requiem
On the notes of dying love
A fragile silence lingers now
Framed in hues of black and white
Yet a note is heard somehow,
Rising, like a Phoenix in the night
As delicate as the song of the heart
Tenuous in all its schemes
Which weave the tender course I chart,
In the fragility of dreams.
5-18-2020
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2020
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