Ezichi Faithful
@ezichifaithful
1 year ago
#poetry
Vague dreams. Vague memories of mystic streams. Some darkness in-between, some things that I've not seen.
The trees are hollowed, they bend in to hear my thoughts.
I don't see why I shouldn't scream.
I try to move, the grasses hold me, I try to wake up but they are straining, I can not breathe!
Hold tight. Lead me with your light. Those bright eyes ever saw where I was wrong.
A place where I once knew; a place where I once grew. A place where time's still and days aren't counting right beside you, where I know I'm not lost.
This tiny old creek. Where I dreamt!
Life was sweet, the sunset perfect in our eyes.
We knew not, another better day than that warm night
Under stars, beneath trees of gentle breeze
Tiny old creek,where my memories live.
A part of me within you still yerns forth, but now it's gone.
