Cries of despair

All the best in life nest in my dreams,
Beautiful yet out of reach, like the horizon.

The flight mired with illusions it seems,

Will finally render me a wingless falcon.
Reality is stitched from dreams,
Echoes deep from my brethren.
Yet no more is reality my sculpture,
Lose I did, that art along with my crimson.

Waves of fate bring her to me,
Once every spring blossom.
A whiff of joy, a dose of ecstasy,
My life filled with colors of autumn.
But like a flake of snow she
Disappears, I spiral down a chasm.
Songs fail to express my love,
For eternity I seek her sanctum.

From an untitled work in progress.