Some day

There will come a day when the light goes out

When the waves stop and there is no wind

A time when the stars stop shining

No moon to light the night

There will come a time when love stops burning

When passion turns to ash and grows cold

A time when attraction tastes of salt and numbness

And the powder of red rust becomes food

Then memories will unravel weaving new cloth

From old threads new visions

A maiden of gold now lead

A man of steel now toilet paper

Reviews

[RomaJ]

Hi Soren. Your imagery beautifully bridges the cosmic and the mundane. The poem reads like an elegy for both passion and permanence -- everything sacred made ordinary with time.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and kind words of support they are most appreciated