Tune of the Play
A sweet symphony plays,
smile spreads on the lips,
when those moments come alive,
I dance in the paradise and
the time becomes still.
when i try to hold you tightly to my heart,
into my arms,you vanish like a magic cart.
I open my eyes,and everything around me
is familiar yet so alien.
sometimes,like a mirage of beautiful colors.
The hour-glass is turned upside down
you come back dark and haunt me
like a nightmare, which aches my soul,
eyes shed tears of blood and lips
are sealed with thorns,
the symphony twirls and dark melancholy plays.
Yet i come back to you again & again,
like a moth to the flame,
letting the sand between the fingers to slip,
and not spreading the wings to fly to the
moment where everything is now.
PS:This poem is a metamorphic work. Its not about waiting for a person or longing for love.It would be helpful if readers guess what am i talking about here,so I can know that the poem has conveyed the meaning.Thank you in advance.
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