A Dream On Feathered Wings
V
Valerie Dohren
0
Altın Yaprak
Oh, is love but a fantasy
a dream on feathered wings? -
elusive as the morning mist
and distant whisperings?
In borrowed time could it be fixed
yet fleeting in its wake? -
forever set in shifting sands
and easy to forsake?
Or is it but a passing whim
a spell borne on the wind? -
to fly away, not ever clasped
then lost before it's pinned?
And could it be a twisting wraith
that cannot be held fast? -
just drifting through all unmet hopes
not ever meant to last?
Am I to search forever long
to find this precious thing? -
elusive as the morning mist
a distant whispering!
©️10/6/2024 Valerie Dohren
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş