Thread: sometimes

sometimes when nothing seems to go for you,
you feel you have to turn around,
you want
to run to something
past,
you yearn
to trace
a speech,
a line,
a number rang,
a song perhaps.

the present is
slipping away,
your fingers
tighten
to try
and cling
onto a draft,
it feels so light
yet
cold and brash,
it runs through you
swiflty and fast.

the present is,
blowing away
pages of words
a language can
no longer fit.
fingers detach
the weight is harsh
meaning of now
has further passed.


sometimes when
wind
whistles
at nights,
it feels so right
it chants a tune,
melodic lune.

sometimes when
down is kept aloof,
solo, empty,
tired and full,
a new dawn
comes out in
bloom to say
going up is,
the only way.

This is quite wonderful...ethereal and lovely. Too many beautiful lines to quote my favorite. So well done, my friend. Peace...Jul

Firemajic lovely to see you and thank you for reading my poem .
Your words are magical