Not To Fall Again Poem by Adrian Antique

That's when two hearts kiss …
So, I do not crave for an embrace.
And I always stay away from what I miss -
A shy half-smile lighting a face.

I only sing to myself these days …
dedicating my songs to nobody.
Making sure my voice fades without a trace -
A painting in the dark, no one can see.

So, I just look at the flowers where they may be …
And maybe savor some blooms from a distance.
Never touching the surface of the sea -
I fly just above the waves, escaping each dance.

And when a rose catches me in a trance …
Something so beautiful and suddenly tightening …
I remind my weakened resolve - it's just her fragrance …
Returning to me in another form and burning.

In moments like these, I resort to weaving …
words of my experiences, pictures of what I felt …
with the teardrops in my sleep, memories of her leaving -
and then, the glow of fire and ice within me falls to melt.

Love then is a journey in the darkness of forever …
A night walk with rainbows on golden paper -
Unwavering even before a barrage of rain shower …
Footprints in the dark well-kept by the promises of a father.


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