A Sorrow Full Saturday

---

So many years, chasing these dreams,
No other fears, nothing as it seems.
The crow’s cawing pierces the winds,
A soul’s drawing vanquishes my sins.

A chance encounter, godspeed that day,
A magical moment, frozen for a season.
The devil’s corner, the rock on the cliff,
Aeolus breathes the winds for a reason.
He tells me to stop, to not wander astray,
The future leaves me to wonder ‘What if?’.

Not to be forgotten, remaining torment,
Daily chasing sunsets, dual reflection.
Her voice, echoes, a mesmerized coma.
Woebegone it sets the mirror inflection.
How can my Muse want subject to invent?
Alone near the bliss, so sweet the aroma.

Walking a quiet street the shadows dance.
A triangular meditation, so fickle is chance.
Alone but near bliss, dusk twinkles twilight,
Flamingos murmur, shadow eternal delight.

Thoughts crashing silent through tomorrow.
This Saturday apart, a bittersweet sorrow.