Vanishing Dreams
A disenchanted lover
paints joy with a frugal brush.
And hidden in the shadows,
love eludes understanding.
Smiles cannot camouflage fears
that accompany spilled tears.
And navigating blindly,
trust pursues fantasy dreams.
In a cocoon of sadness,
hope starts to metamorphose.
And wishes, spin silken threads
into a dream catcher's web.
Seemingly caught in mid-flight,
dreams arrive on broken wings.
And yet, rejuvenate hearts,
transforming them from within.
Love is free, to ride the wind
to the heart of life's flower.
And sip the nectar of truth
stealthily concealed within.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment