Shades of Hope

 

Silver wings,

Alighted on my hands

Danced before my eye

& fluttered through the skies.

 

Golden wings,

Far as far go the lands

Far as far go the skies

Rose with a flame of sighs

 

And in that hour of crescent moon

And that hour of golden light

They cast forth their melodious croon

And thus began my heavenward flight

 

Over the hill n’ through the clouds

Through a bed of roses of varied shades

Through woven stars, their heavenly sounds

Left a ray of love of golden shades.

 

Far across time, when they will fly past

And find me pensive of a solitary heart

They will again dance before my eyes

And bring back to me, my smiling sighs

I will then smile over that golden light

And begin my next heavenward flight.

 

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Past

A Door Into The Past

As I see and remember my past pieces;
which are the strings binding my past;
a sequence plays before my very eyes.
They never fail to remind me;
of all I had achieved.
And never fail to sadden me;
over all I have lost.

These words written in black & blue;
and red & green.
Remind me that this whole world;
simply is mean.
Though there are people, yet none for you;
only for themselves.

Therefore, this Door Into the Past;
I must close;
but should I? They are all the memories;
of my own prose.
Different though, am I, but can I;
bear part with all?

Thought I Could Write – Sonnet No.1

Thought I could write a novel;

could not, daft ideas, bore.

No problem, several kinds of prose;

do exist in literature, several I adore.

Thought I could write a story;

could not, again the same blank.

Then again, no problem, I can always

cross this river on another plank.

Thought I could write a poem;

again no, blank head, no words flow.

This time, problem, for what else;

can I write, nothing else I know?

Well, you ask what did I end up with now;

Can’t you see, can’t you see, what you’re reading now?