Pier of my destiny

Clear water reflecting clouds above
cleansing them of rainy promises
sounding silently in vain
wanting more and more of the rain

Hollow days ahead squirming voices inside
dancing with winds and chanting with rocks
stuck in the bottom , muddy destiny
is holding them to the whisper

Again and again, thunderous sounds
making it clear the spring is late
maybe missed forever

In a search of a lost breeze
the swan lost its feather
the lion its teeth
and the shadow its beauty
all gone with the insanity

Among the living dreams
still born is the dream
never moved to be seen
never meant to be ridden

Just a dream lost in a sleepless night
maybe reality becomes an echo
later down the road to nowhere
there will be other forks
there will be other signs
and somewhere to be going
moving toward a meaning of things

Maybe there is no meaning at all
just a sense of being lost
looking for deeds , remains
to justify the miss
to clarify the doom
to bring to term a story

Maybe there is nothing at all
just a water and clouds reflection
under a beautiful sky

By aurumium

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