I am wrought as the thought of you
overwhelms my naive dreams,
all while that smile does undo
my pedantically stitched heart-seams.
My world has whirled in multilingual demotion
following your swirling gales,
as a tempest of unrest befalls my emotion,
leaving my heart to what entails.
Renewed, my feuding hope and head
are tearing my sanity apart,
and disbelief of relief, I have but dread
endlessly since the start.
I pray that may I accrue
some small loving rebate.
I cannot force the course of you,
so all I can do is wait
for you to say hi again.
YOU ARE READING
Snow trees in summertime
PoetryA compilation of poetry that I've written from across the years. Come, steal my ears and seduce me with whisperings of things that aren't meant to be, like snow-specked trees in summer.
