• lost poem
    by bluefheiry

    my mind was set to follow the wind
    invisible and yet my heart can see
    in the farthest road at the end blind
    in the basking moonlight at sea
    in the lonely path towards home and thee

    my soul was set to follow the sun
    beyond the sunset that was once ours
    through the darkness of night, i run
    amidst the coldness of these blue hours
    and into the new sunrise that sparks

    my spirit was set to follow the music
    through the rugged notes
    and disharmony that no one shall pick
    through the crescendo of my hopes
    and fading rhythm of light of quotes

    my joy is set to follow my sadness
    to complete the riddle in my mind and see
    the lost poem of my soul in gladness
    and, by the end of it all, set my spirit free
    when shall i find a poem more beautiful than thee
    lost in this oblivion and unsung glee