Legend of Woes

wandering sparks...
slow wind carried them away
thru drops and showers
the sun sadly lain

was it envy
of the lucid mirror
that it had cast away?
a drenched down
  slipping sledge;
calling unto the wind
as small waves reverberate
to traverse their malignant state

as they slide to a stagnant era
lost and forgotten
thru the journey of folded pages
covered by the crisp scent
of misplaced woes
and their gaunt desire --

    nothing but one
    nothing but sailing as one.

will they ever be together?
connected but with a string
   of unceasing dreams
woven between miles apart...

forever in the horizon
an imminent promise
a silver lining with countless knots
almost owning the starry sky
   almost reaching
     almost touching
   but remained covered
thriving with flourished clouds

and they whisper
a yearning -
carried by the floating sea
centuries apart may come
they continually ache --

   to be...

     nothing but one
     nothing but sailing as one.




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note: Painting by Odilon Redon(1840-1916). Made a series of six lithographs "To Edgar Poe". His work is imbued with a melancholy passivity, with symbolisms of nocturnal, autumnal, and lunar. His art was always commanded by his dreams, but the thematic content of his work over his last twenty years is more densely mythical, brimming with newfound hope and light which rose quite unexpectedly out of the depths of the artist's personality. And as his words spoke: "My drawings transport us to the ambiguous world of the indeterminate."