Blessed Road

A poem about letting go.

Instead of stand against the air,

Please! Please forgive me, if you dare,

Just don't love me for being right there,

It was not magic that we shared.

Although you don't believe in me, 

I hope you curse me, and be free.

A shining light ahead, assume

That what I needed was more room;

I grabbed a piece of you, to whom

I shall deliver from the Moon?

Expecting it will let it be,

I have drunk water from the sea.

Reviews

[L'Enfant Terrible]

Someone was influenced by sonneteers, I like it.