Hills turn blue
vapour condenses
illusion
On white glass
my eye signs off a contract
with the moonlit shades
Harrowing
the sights of morrows
they swell slow
into mind
I reshape their existence
with might of the flow
Conducive
point of the return
Saddened eye
whispered end
stammers which the mind portends
that the soul now mends
Reading of the poem:
Children of morrows;
their cries ringing everywhere
soaking Earth purple
Foggy landscapes met
teary eye saturated
with pains of fledglings
Stormy weather formed
flower of life in my chest
that drenched my heart red
Pouring rain renewed
hope in another Earth’s rise
The bud of my thoughts
Petals bloomed in mind
blossoms of tomorrow’s world
that dewy drops spelt
Misty skies breathed soft
whispers of promises kept
Wet grass tickled feet