One morning when the sky was just waking
One morning when the sky was just waking,
she passed by me like a gentle breeze,
it seemed the earth spun only for her,
and I stood still, my gaze glued to her steps,
her scent, oh, that scent wrapping around me like an enchanted mist,
leaving behind a trail of unstarted and unknown memories.
Her scent had the aroma of dawn,
light dancing on the sky's edge, promising a new beginning,
a ray of sunshine playing among the awakened leaves,
it smelled of rain that came unexpectedly,
the sky torn between clouds and sun, Mother Nature spilling diamonds,
each drop becoming a fleeting star.
She smelled like home, not a home bought,
but one built from stories and laughter,
memories stuck to the walls like old wallpaper,
hiding the secrets of a life lived intensely,
haunted by the ghost of who I was,
the shadow of a forgotten dream that still whispers.
And I think of how her scent envelops me,
transforming me into a river of thoughts,
seeking a shore to cling to,
no stone solid enough, no anchor strong enough,
I remain captured in this stream of consciousness,
caught between reality and illusion, between who I was and who I am now.
Copyright © Dan Enache | Year Posted 2025
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