Sauf Le Monde
These shoes were filled long ago,
by echoes and ages, as life
drifted on, unmoved by love or
harm, and faded gently
away.
Everything seems to slip away,
as the days away, I do
commence to play, and walking
on to fields of gold, I kiss,
the silent air.
With words untold of glory and love,
I recanted, decanted, your favourite
fairy tale, turned it round, and lost
its love, till I was left,
alone.
My dreams float ever onwards,
to skies of subtle blue, that
tell me how my dreams have
failed, now I’m the one they
call.
Simple, the worlds of yore go
by, sweeping truthfully on,
to nudist beaches of open
hearts, to sanguine fields
of ripest orange.
2 years ago