Bring me back to the greatest wonders of your being
Where I can still indulge
To the realm of everlasting beauty in the face of reminiscence
Show me again how alluring those pitch black orbs could be
Where my phantasm started to travel to the unreal lavendered garden
Filled with morning dew
But the better view is you
Pour me your stream of tears so I can give you one more solace
Let our bodies be drenched into those flowing crystal waters
Sing me your whispers of love which I wholeheartedly yearned for
Let us sit in the grass for a while and be each other's lullaby
Before you come back to that hazy mirror of memories
Let me tell you my only predilection,
Hearing the monotony of our heartbeats
YOU ARE READING
Stream Of Consciousness
Poetry'No one dives into the shallowness.' an arrayed thoughts of various themes; a collection of knotted perception mostly free versed micro-poetry Started: August 2020 Completed: November 2020
