Sometimes, dreams fuse with reality
Until all that can be deciphered
Are shattered edges of memories
Woven through lines
That draw circles around hands
Shaped like moons
Up in the stars
I can see a cloud breaking away
Its wispy, floaty matter slowly fading
Until it is no more
Nothing but a collected thought
Picked out only because
Against the darkness of the sky
It presented me with beauty
So fleeting, yet wholesome
Like life taken too soon
We foolishly assume
Nothing matters in the end
We fake and pretend
And fail to amend
The broken lenses
Which once only saw light
But are now shattered
From our plight.
About the Creator
Celious Blanc
a poet since birth
running in the wind
head in the stars
soul in my eyes
a contradiction of emotion
an abstract perception
an involuntary whisper
a shadow in the light.
@celiousblanc
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