Monday, February 9, 2015

14/ Only a thought

Raindrops of hope were falling from heaven
Patches of blue clouds were chasing after the sun
Where is the ribbon with the colors of seven?
Has it disappeared after the fun?

It was a creamy taste of heaven's share
Three tender bites of guilt in mid spring air
Smiling eyes because you were there
And then the passion was dead followed the nightmare

Changes pave paths that first seems unfair
You and I both see the fog shadows our balance 
Yours is ordered, mine's absent 
One's eloquent and one's gamed at pretentious prudence