Thursday, August 27, 2020

My Metaphor

It's sunset once more 
I can still remember 
The vividness of that old metaphor 
The calm lake was your mirror 
Your golden hair was a flowing river 
That transcends time and space forever 

Glance at my soul 
Resurrect this passion and all 
From the moment I started to fall 
It was sparkling winter 
The cold glittering wind whispered 
As the surface of the door began to blister 

Get hold of our time 
Put it in my hand and tell me a rhyme 
This heart of yours that was once mine 
Kindly turn back the hands of time 
Sour like a fine lemon lime 
I'm sure I won't be next in line 

But keep me as close 
Take me to a place off the slopes 
With all my hopes lying on the coast 
Struggling to collect the broken pieces 
Tormented apart I hope it reaches 
Time has come to mend our bridges 

Tomorrow is not promised 
Yesterday will be surely missed 
Today hopefully will be a bliss 
Take me out of this abyss 
Grasp slowly and take this masterpiece 
Someday I'll have my own peace

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