Yesterday's gone in a cloud of dreams-
Though I know not where it went-
Leaving bitter sweet memories
Of hope and laughter spent;
A rhythm of passion and cruel loss
That slowly bleeds my soul,
And pounds in time with broken heart
To coldly take their toll.
These figments of the mind-
Like dead petals on the wind-
Whirl and twirl like smoke and fire
To a song that never ends.
Choked up by these shattered dreams,
I build a heart of stone-
As soft and passionate they rise
To caress me with their woe.
From my Lines Supplied contest.
Cloud of dreams
Soft and passionate
Smoke and fire
Figments of the mind
Petals on the wind
Rhythm of passion
Heart of stone