Sound of dreams drifting away

 

Raindrops

drip

on hollow

heart.

 

Plink.

 

Plink.

 

Plink.

 

The

echoing,

thin skin

like a

xylophone

trilling

a sound

that drills

into the soul

and starts

to pull

the pieces

apart.

 

The

 

sound

 

of dreams

 

drifting

 

away.

 

Rainbows sit

up in the sky

but downcast eyes only

look at the dirty ground

and frown

as their world feels

flipped

upside down,

like a needle has slipped

a groove

and the scratchy air

itches at the strings

of the heart left bare.

And the simple melody

plays on.

A detuned harp strummed

without love

or care.

 

The sky dances

with colour

and flair.

The music it

fashions from

the elements

in the air.

The winds whistle

swoops and falls,

as windchimes sing of love and all.

But the downcast soul

doesn’t hear the song

for his head is full

with too much noise of its own.

Heart sewn in the clouds

 

Moonlight whispers

linger on the tongue.

A fizzing song, a gentle drifting

of yesterday's gone into days to come.

The words of hope ring on.

And in my heart, I know

that you hear them too,

and you know those words

are meant only for you.

 

I discard the robes of hurt,

I disregard the moments of pain,

I build monuments out of clay

to climb the star filled pathway.

Because it’s time to let my wings

spread wide

and let old memories glide away,

to be replaced by newborn life.

 

And the setting sun

left a gift in the shape of a kiss,

a heart sewn into the clouds.

A patchwork of yesterday's sighs

that is ripping down

the middle to be replaced

by clear blue skies

 

And now the moonlight glistens

as the stars listen to me speaking

and I know that in the words

of the heavens my name

sits embracing yours,

and as the poetry starts to pour

We will fly, of this I’m sure

for we are the stardust

and the universe wants us to shine.