The Last Mile
At the brink of my horizon dipped in destiny free
when the new sun arose in spectral color spree,
my lone languid life woke up and promised me,
someday it would sail me across the stormy sea
to the iridescent island of my dream I would be,
where I would absorb the twilight patina in glee,
and drench the soul in stardust glow of ecstasy,
but this would never happen, I couldn’t foresee,
life didn’t keep its promise discounting my plea.
I couldn’t rise from the fallen sky’s dark debris,
with the dusts of despair I find the dreams flee
beyond the last mile of journey, the path I see.
January 11, 2020
Contest : All Yours (Jan 25)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
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