A
phantasmal dream
In
the still of the night
One
day on a pedestal
Another
in a cloud of confusion
A
nomad all the way
Yet,
that which never wavers
In
freezing chill or a ball of fire
Is
the feeling of ecstasy
A
smile on the lips
The
heart that aches
The
eyes wide shut
The
silent yearning
A
ballad in the making
A
romance in languid whispers
A
river of joy
A
quiet turmoil
Written
down in history
Cut
down by words
Side
tracked by habit
A
dot on the canvas
The
love lingers
Etched
on stone
Rising
and falling
Like
the sun and the moon
The
heart loathes
What’s
on the horizon
Knows
it’s not meant to be
Like
the tide of certainty
Life
waltzes along
A
picturesque boulevard runs parallel
No
end to potential
The
sweet smell of success
Yet,
a trail frequently embraced
Free
spirit and a life of solitude
A
mirage of new and few
A
phantasmal dream indeed!!!
An open secret!!!
