
I saw you then,
In the corner of the room.
A mystic zen
Filled the shadows of my heart.
I looked at you,
I knew all I felt would die
As my tongue got lost
In the infiniteness of lie.
I saw years pass
Through my mind’s eye,
As in a flash,
I saw us die.
Hand in hand,
And heart in heart.
Void of sand,
The hourglass art.
I knew that day,
My heart felt warm.
And in some way,
It had been healed.
Though I knew my love
Had been a ghost before,
That day it was alive,
In endless soar.
I would not repeat
The errors of the past.
My heart, living heat,
Was its truest at last.
I loved you then,
The soul I felt,
An endless pen,
Of my eyes as they welt.
About the Creator
Patrick Poulin
I am a young writer, actor and filmmaker based in Montreal. I am passionate about art and storytelling. I am a student at McGill University in the Bachelor of Arts program with a major in Literature.
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