Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Clueless lagoon

There are landscapes
Then, they were gone
Only timid moons and
A midnight sun

Between lucid goodbyes
Sad laughters
There maybe hope
Or maybe, none

Up there, clouds
Of bluest skies
Deep, longing like
vague smiles

On hills tepid with
Abandonement
Lullabies echo,
Swayed, bent

Between sparkles 
Of stolen whispers
Promises broken
Shattered hearts

Your sad kiss
Rushed, empty
My dying love 
In a death valley