Why do all good things come to an end?

Flames to dust. Lovers to friends. Why do all good things come to an end?

The clouds slowly maneuver away,

Leaving me helpless beneath the blue sky,

My excitement moulds into sadness,

Without an urge to try.

 

The sun dries my wings,

And smiles forth at me,

Murmurs to me my freedom,

And allows me to fly free.

 

At some distance, the albinos play my favorite tune,

I smell freshly baked buns nearby too,

I find no flaw in the world beneath me,

All seems magical and true.

 

This cannot be a dream,

Please do not let it be,

Not until I fly over the whole world,

Not until there’s nothing left for me to see.

 

There’s a wide ocean on my left,

And ever green mountains on my right,

There are clouds like cotton candy,

Which I’d love to eat in a single bite.

 

There is no hunger I can foresee,

No war that touches my vision,

It’s just happiness and ecstasy,

Not measured with precision.

 

Suddenly the sun shimmers brightly,

I feel my wings melt,

I had been tricked, my bad,

Because of the pleasure I had just felt.

 

As I wake up to face another day,

I think of the ways I could mend,

If only I had the power to bring back good times,

If only not all good things come to an end.

Author's Note

I wrote this a long time ago, don't know why I didn't share it here in first place. Some of the rhyme is kinda immature but it works with the flow.
All yours to review. :)

Reviews

[the_stoic]

there was not an iota of immaturity in your write . your write always reflect a child whose heart is still pure and hence the imagery is unsullied and dreamy . the best i have read from you !

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lovely piece I like it :)

[R E Tree]

Wow. You really do draw the reader in. I don't think it's immature I just think you might need to improve a little bit. Perhaps use of rhyme could spice it up a bit. The flow works well too. I do admit the flow gives me a childish feeling about you. But it's great to put an affect on the reader as it will be boring without that strong effect.

[Amber Betty Marie Child..]

spinning peaceful dazzle
very nice

[Hamkar]

This poem matches the sunset I'm looking at. Sorry you can't see it too. I bet the sunset will come to an end. Loved the poem!

[Jonathan De Elvira]

Hohohoho!! Good job with the font there...
I felt lil dizzy after reading it...It's like I'm having a seizure or something....

[kuru]

usually in our dreams we reach this state of ecstasy and we wake up and struggle to be in that state again...that's what you have described..it was nice..only our memories can take us back to those wonderful times...and i believe good things fall apart so greater things can happen

this actually reminds me of icarus, who flew too close to the sun and his wings melted and fell to the sea