Gazing through the window’s pane
As twilight fades to truth
While shadows crawl across the floor
Decanting from their youth
Illusions through the chamber glass
As vapors flare to storm
While distant thunder echoes rhymes
Of traces misinformed
Wanderings had come to pass
As shadows cross the sky
While pathways into heaven’s gate
Blush gently through my eyes
Never fore had visions flared
As virtue touched my heart
Mending shards of tattered souls
That life had torn apart
Vagabonds in shadowed halls
Of haunting condensations
Watching those of mortal brume
Transcending contemplation
Fate shall destine morrow’s dreams
Apparitions feast the eye
Pathways borne on billowed clouds
In shadows cross the sky
Michael33
I really enjoyed this poem, Michael.
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