Saturday, June 1, 2013

Lost Verses

The rustle of fresh leaves,
The white spring flowers..
The breeze that brushes
my hair against my cheek
With an ever gentle swish

The calm solitude of pleasure
I try to hold on to for ever
As words dance to their 
Sweet melodious music
Across my mind's 
Green windy wilderness

Woken into reality
From my distant dreams
Pleasure turns into anger
As my verses get lost
Falling into the vortex of my 
Tumbling thoughts


  1. The opening stanza is so soothing... and the progress to harsh reality so smooth. Just like a dream it wakens!

  2. It really was... I felt so mad to be woken up from my reverie..