Poetic Ache

As liquid evaporating, my reflection vanishes, dust of bone drifts, And the quiddity of my soul collapses while it waits, hoping for a return, like ships in the open sea, lingering for a placid voyage, I continue in the same wave, like branches I waggle vigorously in my aches, Trying to elude the reason, escaping from my own breath, and as I see the leaves of trees falling, Each of them feel my pain, and I travel in my head to all of these places without taking a step, I dream with my eyes wide open, gazing at a fantasy frame, for my life becomes poetic by the endlessness of my constant aches. Copyright©ElenaToledo2011