Vanishing Dreams
A disenchanted lover
paints joy with a frugal brush.
For hidden in the shadows,
love eludes understanding.
Smiles can't camouflage the fears
accompanying 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’s now free to ride the wind
to the heart of each flower.
And sip the nectar of truth
stealthily concealed within.
(Blank Verse)
2/17/2016
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
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