The never reached rays …

With the addiction of memories

intoxicating this heart and confusing

the core,

You sometimes seem to be my Savior,

Who with your iron armour

Guarded me long,

The moon of my sky,

The compass of my sea,

The clouds of my rain,

The rays of my mornings,

But as I taper off  dreaming

 these  mesmerizing  dreams

to think with my being,

I do understand you were even more,

The moon withered without a  soul,

The compass when a tempest strikes,

The clouds that brought stroms along,

The rays of that sunlight that never

reached  me…



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