Sonnets of the Soul.
I saw you before me,
The vision of what once was,
A guiding light, overpowering darkness.
That vision seems to have faded.
No longer do you offer salvation,
For you too have become hapless.
Feeble dreams we used have,
No more than a false apparition of life.
I get no sleep.
I used to reach out for you,
To abate my starvation.
I used to cry out for you,
To come in my pursuit,
But you refused blindly.
And then I saw the truth,
As clear as a pale morning sky.
The vision before me,
Is not truly you.
If you come in to my world,
I will show its ghostly shadows.
You assume that you know me,
But do you really know yourself?
Do not try to touch me softly,
Even though I am made of glass.
The jagged shards on my windowsill,
Will scratch you like my treacherous past.
I want you to know how I truly am,
Cold, sharp and dangerous.
I am not afraid.
So I will leave my window open;
For I have not yet begun to play.
A billowing breeze,
That sings to me.
An elaborate mirage,
As far as the eyes can see.
Blanched candy-floss clouds,
Gathering once more,
All of them striking,
In their vast, joyful mounds.
This is my reverie;
A rose tinted world.
Give me never-ending dreams,
Would you dare to paint it,
Pink, blue and green?
Let this ideal world touch your soul,
With its everlasting peace.
It's burrowed in a hole,
With lives that hold many keys.
Decadent, exotic beauties will unfurl;
Inside my reverie,
Of an ideal world.
A/N: These poems have been on my computer for ages, so I felt the urge to put them up. I thought I'd end on a light note, seeing as the other two poems were slightly filled with angst. Although 'Ideal World' is a bit sardonic because there's no such thing as an ideal world, so it's being slightly sarcastic.
Question: Do you have any idea of what the message is in my poem 'Window'?... Think about, it's a slight riddle.
Feedback is greatly appreciated!