I’ve killed tonight,
I’ve let it bleed to death,
A sweet remembrance,
A fantasy smoother than silk,
Silvery seagulls in the night sky,
They fly somewhere,
Ships in the harbor,
They sail with a destination…
Only my own course I do not know,
Maybe I’ve lost my compass,
Maybe I’ve lost the map,
Or maybe, just maybe…
I’ve lost my love!
It drifted away from me,
It’s the rhythm of waltz,
It’s your fault,
My tears don’t cease to appear!
©Elya Thorn. Do not republish without permission!
This is a poem from 'Life in Elysian Fields', a poetry book dedicated to my grandfather. You can download the free poetry eBook from this site: www.esnips.com/doc/896dd61c-ed80-4e8d-998f-5138a407c28c/Elya-Thorn-Life-in-Elysian-Fields
Elya Thorn
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