A story told

A story told.

 

One page away from conclusion.

Drawn back to the nostalgy.

Further away, no place for my feet to stay.

They slip away.

 

Page by page slowing down the time.

Absorbed in this silent memoir.

A blank page...

staring at me

 

Gazing to the reflection in my eyes.

Drawn into the white space.

Opium of mind

Poets feather is spellbind.

The illusion comes to live.

 

Colors blend in...

With passion and spring may wind.

Flowing streams of tears and cold winter nights.

Angels and demons in a fight.

Clouds and rainbows in fantasy delight.

Trance like the night...dreaming what lies behind liquid children eyes.

 

No wishes for yesterday nor tomorrow.

Drawn into the now deeper than before.

For the dreams I have and the tears I shed.

I will write and write again...

A poem and..

 

The story begins.