Monday, June 10, 2013

Cloudy Judgements.

Skyfall on doubt,
Of what my life,
Is all about.
Where love dances,
On the fringes of
Enchanted evenings.
Storm brought a clue,
Of all the hope,
Lost on you.
Told to be a man,
Only when I can
Somehow understand.
Happy was your face,
On the light note
My hasty fingers trace.
Colder now than winter,
Alone in ways,
Shards of heart in splinter.