Poem: A Distant Memory – 18/01/21

Dream out loud,
whispers soft and true,
eyes paled in comparison,
a certain IOU.

Yowling at the outside,
come within open arms,
burrowing into the times,
these times,
some don’t need to employ any charms.

You can exist and impart wisdom
in the surest ways you know how,
a sparkle, a glimmer,
wipe away the traces of sinners,
watch their opportune moments grow.

It should not be so difficult
to lay away those relics from the past,
brighten your mind,
illuminate,
I don’t have much more I’d like to ask.

The heat and the flames
can engulf you as one and the same,
if you allow them to breathe into your soul,
I would sincerely ask the opposite of the process,
impart it to your name.

The cessation, the end,
the oblivion,
once abomination,
cataclysmic in its explosion,
douse the present in calming potion.

And then you’ll love,
you’ll live,
with sweet winding repose,
capture the freshest linen-sweet scents,
let them dance within your nose.

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