I’ll not make ironic friends with

Incompatible or apathetic months

That stalks like some shadowiness  

Looming disparity- as mornings

In such a fashion stormy clouds do  

Lack of amberish value promise

My day will become as lustrous  

As it once was by your presence    

So, I drift on wisps of memories

That bestows me glimpses of you

In old colorful times of a life lived    

Where my soul and heart sit idle

Liken flowers do under a rainbow  

Bathing in warm miracles of love

In one blurred drop … at a time  


Poet of the Light © 2023

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