causemanot
It had crossed my mind that i may have been dreaming,
lying in that green meadow,
shadowed by a tree,
nothing seemed real,
then i opened my eyes.
The simple elegance
of four words
boils down to
the miniscule point,
how many can you have?
none.
the day to day puzzle piece,
the small warrior of the table,
strong as a wall to guard the king,
pawn is the puzzle piece.
trends we set,
rooted in our own melancholy,
act a bird and fly,
but even they migrate to the same destination.
Carved in my memory is your face,
A glance stolen,
turned into a kiss.
It ended in trajedy,
but you are still carved.