To the unreached dream

Broken dreams
Free spirit soars high
Alone..

In the sky of hope
Kindles and tickles
Pieces on the floor
It will someday be whole

Fragments still defy
Echoes of mercy
In your life, lifts light

Your presence is a gift
It has been, as always..

(I wrote this yesterday for a friend. We had a nice talk about unattained dreams and hopes, but life goes on. I believe God has a greater plan and besides, it’s never too late. He said “Sometimes, you just have to motivate yourself, because there’s no one else to motivate you. I salute him. I think I just found a long lost brother in him.)

“Ode to one who had broken smile”

You’re a young soul
So quick to believe
So deep to dream
With a little self-esteem

So you waited for the train
But it did pass, you’re vain
So you shed the pain
And put it in the letters of stain

In your younger years
You believe love exists
So I held your hand
And covered your eyes

Your senses are speaking
Universe is in your heart
Though destroyed dreams had you
And made your smile broken,

You still wear your heart on your sleeve
And to that I was astounded to believe.