The flight of love breaks on the wings of a daydream.

Clouds collide in masquerade skies,

snow lines melt along icy smiles,

hearts jump through barricades

now swept by winds once down trodden

spiralling down the flight of fantasy

love lands in a remote room hazy

to a corner table forlorn and lonely

where two glasses lie fallen empty.

Reviews

[B. Boileau]

Kinda reminds me of a bad first meeting of two from an online dating site. Go figure ! Excellent read my friend. Hope all is well